Jacques
It was a hot balmy summer.........i felt the beads of sweat trickle down my heaving chest.
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Images of my Grandmother
My Grandmother... my mother’s mother... second draft
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The Day that never happened.
There were the four of us: my mother, full of conversation and of summer and shadow; my father, tall, with iron black hair, parted to the right, on top of his handsome set features; silently knowing,
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Act of compartmentalization
this is a first draft.
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So Dark the Con of Man
So dark the con...............
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Friendship?
It takes a truly special person with a special hatred to pretend friendship only to inflict pain; I pray you never meet them.
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don't you follow me (song)
If you wanna be free... then don't you follow me. Be a river to the sea, learn to let it be, drink any kind of tea, and don't you follow me If you wanna be free, live and let be.
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The Darkness Prologue
The lightning cut through the ballast and fire sprang to life in the window slits. A babies cries joined those of the feral animals who roamed the dark cliff sides.
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ballet slippers and childhood dreams
Ballet Slippers and Childhood dreams
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100 junkie nights
Take a 'mountain dew' can and a thumb tack: a practiced hand can turn it into a pipe in a few minutes, bent just right, half a square inch of tightly packed holes, a slightly torn baggie,
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