Thoughts from the Treetop or The One before the Ending II

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I was invited to be a guest on the dope "Thoughts from the Treetop" podcast to discuss my writing, my philosophies on life, why I didn't mind the Game of Thrones finale, and all points in between. It was an honor, so much fun, and inspiring! If you have an hour to spare, I ask you, humbly of course, for that time. Thank you for the opportunity Nelson!

http://thoughtsfromthetreetop.buzzsprout.com/583774/2935864-episode-4-the-authors-respite

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