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28 and counting.

Writing is an outlet for me to express myself and even though I do not know where this is going to lead me to, I still do it. 
When I was 8, I wanted to have my own magazine where I could share with friends and family, what was going on in our neighbourhood. 
Now, I have a blog. I do not really use it yet to share what is going on in our neighbourhood but I guess it is something I could possibly integrate.  I have a goal... To have approximately 365 pre-scheduled blog posts. I have 28 right now. got more to go ;)
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