“I’m sorry,” his whisper fell, literally, onto deaf ears.
Looking back at me I see
That I never really got it right
And did it matter to the stone whether there was a man before him or not, paying tribute to the skeleton beneath it? Not to the stone, perhaps, but to the man that knelt, it mattered. To the skeleton beneath...even to the
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You did a wonderful job on writing this story, please keep up the good work.
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thank you! your encouragements keep me writing!
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Great fic. Very moving. I loved your metaphors.
ICON LUV TO THE EXTREME!
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*I don't get the ICON LUV TO THE EXTREME!* elaborate? :)
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*especially in the bourne trilogy*
*and in the ocean's trilogy*
*and in good will hunting, the departed, and a much much more haha*
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This is so sad. And sweet at the same time.
And *very* well written.
Thank you very very much!
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