Just a quick response to recent events. It's not especially original but it made me feel better to write it.
THE WATCHER AND THE WAKER
He sat on a fallen log, a small bundle of nervous energy, booted foot tapping impatiently. A cigarette dangled from the fingers of his right hand, whiskey bottle from the left; both were little more than props. As
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sass
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This is so good. That last murmured part...
Sigh. Thanks so much for writing this!
Jeanine
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Still can't believe he's gone. It's like, you pick yourself up, you try to get on with your life, and then, boom, like the seventh wave, it crashes over you again.
That's when I come here.
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Thank you
Tui
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thank you Marian
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