It’s a well-established fact that I adore alliteration (see Overthinking overreading, my reflections on the disillusionment of dreary doldrum days, and the title of this newsletter in itself), have fun with wordplay (see also, Allowed aloud and The weight of waiting), and don’t mind a rhyme or two or three (as in, Healing & dealing & unabashedly freewhe…
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