The places we go

Writers go places. Deep into the mind, into emotion, into fear and love and dark crevices that have never seen light before. I’ve always been an explorer. I’ve squeezed through sandpaper boulders in Joshua Tree National Park so I could get to the top of the world and look down. I’ve lost myself in the giant redwoods along the coast. I’ve willingly gone into caves to see the water dripping down into mineral stones. And there are places I may go that scare me, but I have to go there, I have to go there and put my light on to them.

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