I sat in a circle of women, listening intently as each one took their turn reading poetry, stories, and journal entries. So much exceptional talent. It was an honor to be part of this gathering. Until I had the floor. Suddenly, I found sweat dripping down my back as I stammered through my piece…as fast as possible. I wanted it to be over. Inwardly, I fe…
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