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2020 was a year that will go down in infamy. There was a pandemic, people died, rioting in the streets, so many things that I can’t even remember.
But while I was sitting in my tiny apartment for months on end, I wrote. And wrote. And wrote some more. And kept writing. Poetry and short stories. Some made it into journals and anthologies. Some were read aloud and acted out by me and my friends.
2020 may have been a year that will go down in infamy, but it wasn’t all bad.
Let me tell you a story.
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
2020 was a year that will go down in infamy. There was a pandemic, people died, rioting in the streets, so many things that I can’t even remember.
But while I was sitting in my tiny apartment for months on end, I wrote. And wrote. And wrote some more. And kept writing. Poetry and short stories. Some made it into journals and anthologies. Some were read aloud and acted out by me and my friends.
2020 may have been a year that will go down in infamy, but it wasn’t all bad.
Let me tell you a story.