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Welcome to my little blot on the webscape.
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When I was little and dreamed big, I wanted to be a writer. Just like Enid Blyton. Or p'raps not. I've definitely been most remiss on the lashings of ginger beer front, but my scoundrels proved fond o'more potent brews.
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I moved to London at 18 and flitted far 'n' wide before finally settling, as blissy as can be, by the sea. When my castaway dreams resurfaced, they were fuelled by the warm words of friends, who breathed life into my own. A gift for which I cannot thank them enough.
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'Some dreams seem too daft to ever believe into being, so we hug them to our hearts, for fear the world might scoff if we share them. Ne'er let go... cos if you dare t'dream as doggedly as you doubt, y'might just wake to a day so bedazzling, you feel sure you must've rustled it up yourself...'
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- Daniel Flynn-Carter
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Thank you ManLoveRomance Press for believing mine into being...
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