Sorry

So here's the thing, I've lost the sheet with the prompts. I think I left it behind when I went away for the holidays. Instead of looking for more prompts online, I've been busy filling my time with other things. I have now added a reminder in my calendar for every Monday morning. I promise I will do what I can to never miss a week again.

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