Letter to my drafts
Dear unfinished blog drafts,
I can hear you moaning and screaming, suffering from your missing limbs. I feel your pain. I can't promise you I'll bring you all to life, but I'll try - as soon as I find a little bit more time.
Yours truly,
Me
I can hear you moaning and screaming, suffering from your missing limbs. I feel your pain. I can't promise you I'll bring you all to life, but I'll try - as soon as I find a little bit more time.
Yours truly,
Me
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