I do not write with ease, nor am I ever pleased with anything I write. And so I rewrite. — Margaret Mitchell
I do not write with ease, nor am I ever pleased with anything I write. And so I rewrite. — Margaret Mitchell
I do not write with ease, nor am I ever pleased with anything I write. And so I rewrite. — Margaret Mitchell
I do not write with ease, nor am I ever pleased with anything I write. And so I rewrite. — Margaret Mitchell
I do not write with ease, nor am I ever pleased with anything I write. And so I rewrite. — Margaret Mitchell
I do not write with ease, nor am I ever pleased with anything I write. And so I rewrite. — Margaret Mitchell
I do not write with ease, nor am I ever pleased with anything I write. And so I rewrite. — Margaret Mitchell
I do not write with ease, nor am I ever pleased with anything I write. And so I rewrite. — Margaret Mitchell
I do not write with ease, nor am I ever pleased with anything I write. And so I rewrite. — Margaret Mitchell
I do not write with ease, nor am I ever pleased with anything I write. And so I rewrite. — Margaret Mitchell
I do not write with ease, nor am I ever pleased with anything I write. And so I rewrite. — Margaret Mitchell
I do not write with ease, nor am I ever pleased with anything I write. And so I rewrite. — Margaret Mitchell
I do not write with ease, nor am I ever pleased with anything I write. And so I rewrite. — Margaret Mitchell
I do not write with ease, nor am I ever pleased with anything I write. And so I rewrite. — Margaret Mitchell
I do not write with ease, nor am I ever pleased with anything I write. And so I rewrite. — Margaret Mitchell
I do not write with ease, nor am I ever pleased with anything I write. And so I rewrite. — Margaret Mitchell
I do not write with ease, nor am I ever pleased with anything I write. And so I rewrite. — Margaret Mitchell
I do not write with ease, nor am I ever pleased with anything I write. And so I rewrite. — Margaret Mitchell
I do not write with ease, nor am I ever pleased with anything I write. And so I rewrite. — Margaret Mitchell
I do not write with ease, nor am I ever pleased with anything I write. And so I rewrite. — Margaret Mitchell
I do not write with ease, nor am I ever pleased with anything I write. And so I rewrite. — Margaret Mitchell
I do not write with ease, nor am I ever pleased with anything I write. And so I rewrite. — Margaret Mitchell
I do not write with ease, nor am I ever pleased with anything I write. And so I rewrite. — Margaret Mitchell
I do not write with ease, nor am I ever pleased with anything I write. And so I rewrite. — Margaret Mitchell
I do not write with ease, nor am I ever pleased with anything I write. And so I rewrite. — Margaret Mitchell
I do not write with ease, nor am I ever pleased with anything I write. And so I rewrite. — Margaret Mitchell
I do not write with ease, nor am I ever pleased with anything I write. And so I rewrite. — Margaret Mitchell
I do not write with ease, nor am I ever pleased with anything I write. And so I rewrite. — Margaret Mitchell
I do not write with ease, nor am I ever pleased with anything I write. And so I rewrite. — Margaret Mitchell
I do not write with ease, nor am I ever pleased with anything I write. And so I rewrite. — Margaret Mitchell
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I do not write with ease, nor am I ever pleased with anything I write. And so I rewrite.

— Margaret Mitchell
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