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I wrote words last night! It felt really good! They were, once again not on what I SHOULD be writing, but they were on a thing for someone else so that makes me feel productive anyway. My last sentence yesterday was: His feet hit the brick just above the fourth floor. Not incredibly telling, but more useful as a sentence than the train wreck of a run-on before it. Alas. First drafts are what they are, right?
Today's picture has a secret. Can you keep it?

Today's picture has a secret. Can you keep it?
