a stain on a curb, an arrangement of a few pebbles from the inner courtyard of the bibliothèque nationale and a character emerges... until the wetness evaporates and the eyes/nose/lips are all brushed back onto the pile below...
Free flow
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When I started writing I felt that the words I produced were meaningful.
Had value. Over the years I filled up notebook after notebook and when I
opened th...
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