humbled

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This perversely fetching cape that flutters and slithers behind me is my past. There are very, very ugly bits to it, but it’s all I’ve got. I haven’t even written about the half of it, of course. We never write about it all. We write about what we want to see, or what we make up, or what we can understand, and what gets left out is so much.

I hate that I have hurt people, but to pretend I haven’t does them an even greater disservice. Writing is what I do, and I don’t want to hurt anyone with my words here, but I don’t see a way around that. It’s this dilemma that takes me away and brings me back, over and over and over again.

About Halsted M. Bernard

Halsted, a/k/a cygnoir, does stuff with words. Her favourite things to do with words are keeping this diary, writing stories, and organising information. She lives in Edinburgh with her husband, two cats, a few gadgets, several fountain pens, and many books.

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