“Perhaps I write for no one. Perhaps for the same person children are writing for when they scrawl their names in the snow.” ― Margaret Atwood
I write for everyone and no one. I write for me. I write for those I love; I write for the little girls who think they don’t fit in but just haven’t found their place yet. I write for no good reason at all, and I write to save myself. I used to write to save the world, but I learned that the first place I need to start is with me.
On another note, my little one was very excited to play in the snow today. I owe her some delicious hot chocolate.
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