So here goes nothing...

I am going to start to blog after a very long time, I have excused myself for some reasons for not writing- as it will be as if it is my complaint box, or a diary or a remorse record book.

I have deleted all my old posts for ONE good reason - lesson learned and I am not going to turn back to the old me- except for writing; in this context, typing

So, sit back and do not have high expectancy. in fact do not any at all.

I assure blogs on lifestyle, poetry, thoughts and event(s) in the distant future.

Love,
MeL

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