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Why We Can’t See Our Tpyos

Liked this, so reblogging it. And yes I can read it…can you?

Myths of the Mirror

Did you see it?

The spelling mitsake in the tilte of this post?

Here’s how our amzaing brains igonre poor spelling:  


Our brains are increidbly vesratile.

No more stressing abuot tpyos!

Did you catch all 10 of my tpyos?

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Many moons ago, I started to write. But, as life twisted and turned the only thing I got to write was letters, in my job. Things changed, I left my job and returned to the writing. I have loads of ideas and very little time to do them in.( Sound familiar?) I write, because I need to. When I am unable to write I walk in the shadow of madness. Some folk would argue that I'm there already. As well as writing, I read, paint, garden, knit and have just started making candles. I am owned by a retired greyhound called Daisy. My previous greyhound(Misty) was the inspiration to get writing again. Daisy is keeping that inspiration alive. Thanks for reading. Dorne x

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