The Lost Mees

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Writing Fallen Warrior is like mounting a bucking bronco.  Something within me does everything it can to keep me out of  “that place” where the story rises from.  Painful, because I’m writing as that lost childhood me.  So what’s the problem, I’m a grown-up now?

I made a promise that when I grew up, I would go back and find the other lost ones that were like me.

Anne Carlson

 

Author: Anne Carlson

I'm a bit selfish, as I want the most out of life, so why waste it being miserable? Come walk with me and let's figure this out. Diagnosed with cancer now stage 4; end stage, and loving life.

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