Chasing a Dream

It started in high school—I’d open a blank A5 exercise book and write words down.

There weren’t many words. If I was lucky, I’d fill 10 pages, maybe 20. Then I’d read my dreadful ramblings, shake my head at my fanciful imagination, and tear the pages out. I’d repeat the process a while later with the beginnings of yet another story.

Eventually I lay that dream aside.

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