Noah Walker

Joined March 2021

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Once More, It Was Morning
Where even light falls dark to morning, it is dawn: He is the day and bird chirpings, awake he hears dew falling in the passing of the shade and yawns
By Noah Walker4 years ago in Confessions
Moira Binks
Warning: Third Rail. A little thunderbolt shot through the subway’s electric line. Lane listened to the sounds of the wire wondering whether this might strike like bolt or a fence. All things kill some people, he thought. Lane stood beyond the caution strip that prevents the changeable from jumping. It nobbled along the trench, yellow color broken, intermittently, by black lettering: Do Not Cross.
By Noah Walker5 years ago in Families