When my words disappear

When I write it is putting forth the pictures and imagination on each page, taking pride with a message to share for others to read. I post it with joy and somehow I feel a sense of accomplishment.  When I went to read it Houdini hid it and it won’t ever come back. No more will I freshly press, anything but clothes, as my thoughts on my blog are my windows at the world, from now on I will put them on something easily read, I call this a page.


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