Once upon a time there was a blog. It was a little blog, a happy place where the author could go and write about whatever she wished.
The author went through ups and downs and eventually got frustrated at many, many things.
The blog stopped and the author went to other blog addresses, other universes to see if what she was looking for was out "there".
After her long journey through the stars, she remembered her little blog and became homesick. So she came back.
A bit older.
Hopefully a bit wiser.
And full of wonderings and wanderings.
I'm back, dear-hearts. I don't know if any of you still have me on your radar. If so, do stop by! I'm looking forward to the new year and the resurrection of this blog.
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