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One In A Lot

There will be a million books published this year


A million . . .


That seems like too many, doesn’t it?


One in a million . . .


Who can be heard in an infinite sea of words?


Who would want to be heard?


Imagine a million people talking at the same time . . .

Imagine one of those voices is mine . . .

How hard would I be to find? . . .


That’s okay . . .


I’ll do it anyway. 


CH 5/27/24

 
 
 

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