Any true writer will tell you that they live and breathe words. Words flow as richly in my blood as the images that pour from an artist's brush. Can any of my words ever express all that I have seen, all that I have lived, all that I have known? No, they can not, nor would you understand. But if you let your guard down, open your eyes and step into one of my tales, I can weave a world around you from which you will beg to escape or beg to become a part of. Take the chance. Plunge in and escape a moment from the reality that controls you into the reality that I control.

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