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kat&desi continued, with (some) edits. Dee, have forgotten how to do the paragraph fixy thing, so you'll have to tell me again. picks up at the phone conversation, because it's different now.
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Kat & Desi update, open to suggestions as to what happens next. Forgot where I left off, so whole thing is there. It ate my italics, as per usual. Not that I've written too much more, but, um, I can't show you my newest preject because it's being given to somebody.
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It's snowing. And sticking.
sweet joys
with tall boys
to me means
being scooped up
and twirled,
laughing,
mock-afraid,
and then set down
gently,
and steadied;
simple cuddling
with no strings
attached,
hugs for no reason
but that,
at that moment,
they were needed --
it is dancing
in the snow
seeking snowflakes
with open mouths,
faces to the sky. -
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There was another Pan-themed poem in my last entry, so here's the one that's on my wall, where I can see it if I need inspiration while typing, that I rewrote and posted near my computer my first week at college ( Read more... ) -
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50,750.
Done.
Shaking, I'm so excited and relieved and happy and exhausted.
Wordcount validated. Certificate gotten. Congratulations recieved.
And perhaps most miraculous of all? Story finished.
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46,534.
Went to biology, damnit. Sarah made me. Just over 3500 words left, and just over 10 hours. Wish me luck! -
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43598.
Won't be going to biology tomorrow. Writing instead. -
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41,465.
Two days left to hit 50,000.
I can do this. -
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can you feel me,
there -
underneath you,
lifting you up,
like wind
beneath wings?
I know
you cannot see me -
that is asking
for too much;
but perhaps
you can feel my hands
steadying you
and holding you
when the world
is falling
to pieces.