Anna Reynolds – Letter To My Younger Self

Soon you’re writing articles of your own, furiously opinionated and probably ill-informed. You ask a local paper to print your words. They laugh at you. Soon you’re writing articles of your own, furiously opinionated and probably ill-informed. You ask a local paper to print your words. They laugh at you, kindly, but it stings. You give up, briefly.

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