At times, I find myself scrolling back to a post penned quite some time ago, and if upon review, a passage written does not flow with ease through my mind, the editor within cringes until whatever feels wrinkled has been smoothed out, through and through
Wouldn’t life be grand if bungled mistakes, etched too deeply into conscious memory to be forgotten, could be deleted as if they’d never happened in the first place?
As to why this train of thought chugged through my mind today, in truth, I have no clue
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