Day 6: Memories & The Writer’s Mind
The mind is mysterious, and I can’t say what memories are or where they are. All I can say is what they are not.

The mind is mysterious, and I can’t say what memories are or where they are. All I can say is what they are not.
When I sit here wondering what to write, my mind goes everywhere. Pondering topics, attempting to tie ideas together.
Forward then back, off to the side, then the other side. Up then down, over there and back again…
Where is it going?
How does it…
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