Stories can shape us. Tall tales, bullshit, words of wisdom, sweet nothings, and those everlasting legends that will outlive us all, are a fundamental piece of the human experience. 

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  Even in the beginning, when we crawled out of the primordial ooze of life's genesis, we told stories. Early man, in his world of uncertainty and struggle, found comfort huddled around the campfire recounting the days come and gone. What once was merely a shared recollection of events would evolve into lessons for the youth, and a romantic hope in the speculation of the days yet to come. He wrote his story on the walls of time, placing his hand beside in proud signature, marking it for eternity to stand witness that he had been here, he had lived, and shared his story. 

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   I too find comfort and hope in storytelling. I am still finding my legs as a writer and am happy to share my work with you as I find my way. This blog was created as a library for those who have the time to look; a stone wall where I might place my hand and leave my mark for eternity to witness.