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Stale air, moths flutter
Cashmere crinkles, wrinkles gone
Warmth returns, fire glows
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G. A. Botero
I have a million bad ideas, until a good one surfaces. Poetry, short stories, essays.
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"Any last words, cowboy?" "None you'd understand, sodbuster." "Funny. That's Marshall Sodbuster to you. But I meant some last nugget that would help us in the adjudication of the myriad offenses counted against you and your gang. I wasn't asking for penitence."
By Adam Diehl4 days ago in Fiction
Comments (2)
Comfort has to be valued wherever you find it!
This is stirring. Love the imagery. Well done