this is how my story starts
It always creeps up on you from behind. Cautiously lifting back bushes in September, I saw it first, and slowly backed away. I thought I had seen it lurking in the canopy past some yellowed leaves, and of course I desired it; its something you can't fight; that's why I had stepped off the road into the woods. It was the onset of night, and the
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I love your beginning. October is always the most creatively inspirational month, for myself at least.
I often post poems and stories of mine here on LJ, so feel free to read them if curiosity strikes you. Other then that, my LJ just consists of bitter complaints and thoughtful analyzations of Deb's world.
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