Nothing humbles me quite like the blank page. The notion that one can impart something worthwhile to it, something that others will enjoy, or benefit from reading, reeks of presumption. But luckily, as soon as we put our pens to paper, our fingers to keys, all that hot air tends to evaporate, and we are presented either with the foolishness of what we h…
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