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Writing About What Matters Most

I'm not sure where to begin. I haven't written anything new lately, but I intend to. This virus has opened up a whole new window of understanding of where our world is now headed. Good? Bad? I see that people are having opinions across the board every which way. I don't understand what happened to our first amendment right to speech. Forums should be open to civil discussions. The mainstream media is playing bias games. It's sad that we are all going through this. Lost friendships along the way, I think is the hardest in all this, but at least when you stand your ground on your principles that will happen. Not everyone sees the same things, some are blinded to only their truth. This blog will not be about political issues when it comes to writing. I have so many other stories I want to tell that have nothing to do with politics. I am, however, setting up several other blogs for political writing as I see it. Freedom of speech is still a right, the Constitution is still the law of the land as well as our Bill of Rights. Don't submit to the hate, love your neighbor as yourself, look up, and keep the faith. 

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