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Ferns in sunlight and shadow.
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Welcome to Completely Undone, a space where I'll be sharing some unfinished essays, stories, poetry, streams of consciousness, etc., that I've written over the years.  It's a place to put some of my incomplete thoughts into the world, practice creative writing, and improve my skills.

I firmly believe that there's beauty and value in the unfinished. When I go back and read the things I've written and abandoned, I find new meaning and connection in them. Hopefully, you'll experience some of that connection too.

- Aneeda

P.S. - I'm interested in connecting and collaborating with other writers who struggle with finishing, starting, and everything in between.

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