J Walking

I understand – in a small way – what it is like to come out of the closet.
I say that because I feel like I have to continually come out of the closet and say, “Hey, wait, I’m a writer.” You’d think after all the writing I’ve done that this wouldn’t be some extraordinary revelation. And yet it is.
So here I am again, loud, proud, and unable to rhyme.

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