Last night with box of tissues in hand, I finished Harry Potter. I am embarrassed to say that at certain points, I was crying so hard it was tough to read. Wonderful, just wonderful. I am just glad I was home for these sad bits instead of say, on the subway train or worse yet, reading at my desk on my lunch hour. Now I can try and get back to creating in my free time. I am working on something I think could be pretty special, but I don’t want to mention what it is just yet. You will be the first to know though.
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