Thursday, January 12, 2012

Small Stones, January 12

I stroll through settings, breathe in backstory, long for lost characters. There is hardly a step of this city that hasn't been written.
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1 comment:

Sage Ravenwood said...

Haunted muse. Love the idea of using everything around you in one form or another - life is brimming with words. (Hugs)Indigo

January 12, 2012 at 9:16 PM

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