There are days that its existence is too much. Days when I am happy to bury myself in the writing I actually get paid for. Days when, for a moment, it is only a part of my shadow and nothing more. Sucking light out of the world while my back is turned.
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I'm not moderating these comments. You can pretty much say whatever you want.
There is a spam filter though, which is apparently something that needs to be pointed out as distinct from moderation. I read a lot of the spam to double check that it is indeed spam. I don't really care what you say, but I'm going to draw the line somewhere.