Difficult to say what exactly had stirred me to write once more. Scribbling of a more therapeutic nature than the last few months, for there’d been plenty of writing, but it’d all been of a largely technical, legalistic nature. Of course, I’d enjoyed crafting such missives, seeking to balance precision with the elegance of simple prose. But something had been missing, the jigsaw incomplete. I’d now found the mislaid piece.
But what to write? There’d be eyebrows raised if I’d ever venture beyond Dover. For a year or two perhaps. Not that such excursions, however brief, were necessary. Ample adventure to be had closer to home. Unfolding in forthcoming tales….
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