Do you know how many blogs are out there? Sure, you're thinking, millions, yada, yada, yada, but seriously, people: Millions. I know, because I feel like I just read about 3,000 looking for one I liked. Luckily, I stumbled across Pink Lemonade Diva. And, no, she's not a writer. She's a copywriter. Shut up, she's good. (Though finding permalinks on her site is like needle, haystack. Damn.)
I don't have much to say, other than the writing is something to savor: "I buried my appreciation, horded it to savor for as long as possible, and hurried past. I was beautiful again: a young girl interrupted from television to muse for her mother; an image's 4th position frame frozen in time with watercolor; my daily routine interrupted by a stranger's stare." Okay, and I can totally appreciate a day spent wrestling with commas.
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