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They're Paving Paradise

This place? Yeah, it’s my one of my happy places.

I also realize it’s considered to be the “happy place” of many.

“It’s just a website,” people might say. Those who are unacquainted with it.

It’s not just a website.

It’s a community stitched on needles two sizes too small for its yarn, and we love it like that. It’s a fiction watering hole.
It’s a mine of raw, pristine talent.

But it’s so much more than a tangible thing.

It’s the sunshine on a cloudy day. It’s the icing on the “frickin’ rockin’ awesomus day” cake. It’s the life preserver in the sea of a stressful life.

Who knows?

Maybe it even saved a life or two.

We come in, expecting it to be here. But, with the announcement, they plan on taking it away.

I stand here, staring at this literary Eden. How can something be gone when we most need it?

How can we be kicked out of Paradise?

“Don’t it always seem to go that you don’t know what you got till it’s gone? They’re paving Paradise to put in a parking lot.”

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