BLOGGING

BLOGGING:

There is nothing more beautiful a moment than watching a novice blogger, blogging down his or her very first virginal thoughts without any boundaries, prejudices, cynicism, or moral high ground on a glass canvas with a paintbrush made of personal thoughts.
Blogging is about all of us, our ideas, expressions, sharing, and caring towards humanity. It is the bloggers' view from the sidewalk of life. The truth is the staff of a true blogger and we all know that truth, sincerity, and humility are very lonely words in the blogger's world.
Blogging is not a thoughtless walkabout in the dark alleys of a pretentious mind. So be on guard from the sins and vices of blogging whether they might be real or fantasy.
Above all don’t be a tragedy of a blog less read.

GOD Bless You
May all be well with you

DMD

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