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Read MoreYou taught me that I could cast the circle round as the sun was rolling westheaded earthward down you helped me light the wicks one two three and four the second moon was rising up from the forest floor...
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Read MoreLooking in, looking outtell me, what love’s aboutCounting all the stars, missing onewhere is it, where’s it goneAnd you know I miss youit’s all I do, think of youremembering your touch, gentle windcoming and going, looking inLooking out, towards...
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The ending, I changed at the last minute, and you pictured it perfectly. Thanks for letting me know that it hits.
And you keep kicking butt!
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It’s just creative writing Brenda, I promise! I try to mix up the subjects and such. I don’t want to be too predictable!
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Hello Tim!
This is not current event material. I’m mixing up my subject matter here and there, so as not to be too typical, yaknow?
Sometimes I read something and it inspires me to write my own thing from it. I get motivated by reading! -
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Thanks Damian. Me and Del are good! I just like to take my writing in different directions, like most of us do. I’m always learning and adapting, I hope.
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But you are in my head when I write. When are you NOT in my head? LOL. I was going back and forth on this one, as far as how lyrical to make it. I forget what song I was listening to, that got me going on it. But eh, I’m leaving it as is for a bit. You know me!
And you know that I love you too babydoll. Smooch!
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You feel the weight of sadness in this one. pretend it is not a knock at a window. Shows how alone you felt