He sat alone in the room, dressed only in a pair of simple, undyed cotton pants. The rocks lining the wooden floor sent curling tendrils of steam towards the ceiling and drew the sweat from his body like the desert sun. For once in his life he was motionless, the steady rise and fall of his chest the only sign of life.
Behind his eyes the world was
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She sits near the road
And states that she is Justice.
I end her weeping.
Reminds me of Sally and Kid. Like if he ever had to put her down this is what he should say.
Beautifully done.
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At any rate, I really enjoyed the twists and turns inherent in how this went. You're rightfully proud...it's a good read and very...cinematic isn't quite the right word, but I can picture it and it's got awesome imagery.
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