There's nothing to this. It's merely the result of spending some time in the company of a pencil when neither of us had much to say.
Saturday, November 1, 2025
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A Winter Flower
She awoke from her rice paper thin sleep and fumbled for her spectacles, then carefully rose and made her way to the mirror. She stared, sig...
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Just to be nice, because I certainly didn't want to, I accompanied Odysseus that night to the old cemetery (you know the one ... -
The sun was beginning to set by the time I eluded my final pursuer. Having a moment to rest, I studied my surroundings. I had never been ... -
They walked together in the twilight, arm in arm, down the boulevard and onto the bridge. She had never felt so happy. She glanced up at him...