Fledgling flaws and freedom..

This blog is still a sapling, yet my eyes are hungry for strong leafy branches with round, ripe fruit. I’m being stalked by an old nemesis ….perfectionism biting at my ankles. Rather than have my fledgling wings go numb with paralysis, I’m stretching them out….defiant. I won’t get too thinky about this. There is deep…

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