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I write because...I don't know, it's what I do. I write because Walt Whitman wrote, crossing Brooklyn Ferry. I write because a French poet once said of Manhattan: "Pity the sky with nothing but stars." I write because Mike O'Shea called me his friend and before that, there were no words. I write because my father had a tear in his eye; first time ever. It was July 27, nine o'clock. I write because nothing replaces or recaptures first love. Laurie's love. I write because I ran away. I run away. I ran. I write because life goes on, and every one of you are responsible for this life.
-- A Guide to Recognizing your Saints

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods;
There is a rapture on the lonely shore;
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more...
-Lord Byron


I want nothing more than to write my life away from the comfort of a cabin, looking out on the beauty around me and enjoying the days with the dogs.





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