My long forgotten words. In her admission that she'd followed my story from start to it's incomplete finish, a flush came over me- the vulnerability of all I've shared--my deepest loves, heart-breaking pain, and unrelenting frustration. What a bridge we crossed together- without my knowing it--as I stripped down to my bare bones with the curtains thrown wide.
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Hi Emmy, I have enjoyed reading your blogs. I am attempting to spread the word about my new social enterprise in New Orleans and was hoping you could do a piece on it.
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