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In the quiet hours of the night, I sit alone with my thoughts. Dusting off the old Google doc in hopes that I have something to say. My friends would laugh at the thought of me not having something to say at any given time, but between me and the keyboard, there is something that feels more sacred. It became my oasis and my place of retreat. It is my Gethsemane more than my Eden because it is the place I go to pray and plead and agonize and sweat blood onto the page before se