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Crimsin wrote a new post
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we own our choices good or bad. And for those we regret, we can ask forgiveness and do what we can of good deeds to even up the ledger. Similar to what the Chorus in Oedipus spoke of at his end.
Fate took him in one direction…he attempted to take himself as far as he could in the other before his death.
Really good piece.
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I really appreciate an honest piece like this. The inner monologue was captivating. Thanks for sharing it.
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Fia Naturie wrote a new post
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Beautifully penned, Fia. Sorry, it took me a bit to get to read this. Excellent storytelling my friend, you are truly amazing, cuz. Appreciate you.
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Fia, this is series had my eyes held by the gravity of your dialogue that was as riveting as the Red Shoe Diaries tales. Just great story telling dialogue at it finest. And just love how you took me striaght into the biker character and the reporter’s dance of words with him that ended on that fabulous encounter. Great work here.Enjoyed much.
John
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Actually Red Shoe Diaries came out maybe thirty or more years ago. It was a series of erotic shows that were very tasteful and starred David Duckovny (sp?). He narrated it though mostly it was about other people. Not sure where you’d find it to watch now. I saw some of them on DVD that I rented from a video store.
John
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Tim wrote a new post
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My dad had to work two jobs as a kid during the depression because his dad had died and he had to support his mom.
This is intense but also beautiful lyrically.
Reminds me of the film The Grapes of Wrath.The Joad family…”I’ll be there Ma, yeah, I’ll be there!”
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