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and so this is the introduction that i present of myself unto the world..and too a world that is blog. with old age and a lack of young nuance toward what truly this encounter may offer, i shall only be brief in this introduction..to who?
my name is Stephen. i travel by Steve and often wonder why? is it a show of inherent laziness perhaps? or is it a show that i do truly deny the facets of who i really am..
as you meet me now i am entering another journey period of my life, no not this world of blog (though it will be used as a medium) another page of my life is being turned and read. i can remember one such familiar time but as i call myself Steve i too am no doubt denying more aspects, even known to others, of my progression.
so with this forum i choose to share some of me with you. i do not profess to gain any awareness of others but to simply unburden my mind of empty trivial thoughts..
so share with me this journey, be it long and slow or as brief as a breeze passing, stop and smell

me

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