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Sometime in 2014, I wrote a book. It was not great nor was it moderately okay but it was 400 pages of my dreams and hopes. It was mine. I got feedback saying that it needed work. I edited, sent it out in the world, and the rejection letters, deservingly, came pouring in. I wanted to burn the bridge so that I could not scramble across it and get lost, ever again, in between the slopes of my imagination. Autumn, students chat
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