lost writings of the kitten, the

Sometimes I’ll have brilliant insights as I fall into sweet slumber. I promise myself I’ll remember them, but I don’t.

Or I’ve written near novels that I simply lost track of.

I try to focus on what I’ve kept, what I’ve remembered, and what I’ve shared with others.

There’s little point in crying over spilt milk or lost words.

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