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A New Tack

I've deleted several posts today including all the Sven & Ula fictional series stories. One of the fictional characters vaguely resembled a living person who took offense, and requested I remove the character from the stories. After writing an email to a friend today about my dilemma, I outlined my relationship with this person and in doing so realized I am indeed in error of its characterization. I recognized my motivation, benign as it was, and decided the right thing to do was trash the whole series until I can do a rewrite without that character existing. It is possible, not easy, but possible... I'll just have to use my imagination. --WW

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