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Greetings!  The purpose of this blog is for me to share my writing.  Usually short stories that I've written.  I'm hoping that I'll have the time to post regularly, but if this beautiful life that we're living gets in the way of that, then so be it.
Belle Vie is French for Beautiful Life.  I thought that it was fitting, even though this is a writing blog, because without a beautiful life, there would be no beautiful writing and no beautiful words.
Words are one of the most amazing forms of self expression.  In them one can find joy, sadness, anger, depression, love, hate, pretty much all of the emotions possible to a human being can be found and expressed in words.
Words are endless.  They last forever.  Once they are said they can't be taken back.  Be careful what you say.  Be careful what you write.  Words are power.  They can either build up, or destroy.  Loving words is both a blessing and a curse.  They allow a person to paint a beautiful picture that each mind will interpret differently.  But the artist can choose what the reader sees.  Beauty or death.  Love or hate.  Light or darkness.
What will you write?

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