Listening for the words in a quiet corner of the night. The fiction, poetry, and photography of Jason Evans.
Or perhaps he's already haunting her. (Hugs)Indigo
On the surface... simple. But then... she is an anachronist.
Fearing and loathing what used to be, he rests in fallowed ground, trembling, soon to be dis-covered. [smiles]
huh, this reminds me of something i've been longing to write, put've been putting it off, for lack of a real spark...wv: sweezme, which reminds me of 'squeeze me' :)
Indigo, I would think yes.Nevine, I like those layers upon layers.Jackie, a very apt addition! :)Szelsofa, convergences like that are cool when they happen. Maybe we're all not as distanced as I would think.
... of course anyone that knows me would also know my reaction (based in solid realism): time to get out the shovel and break ground.
JR, as soon as you find the place to dig, I say go for it.
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