I tell stories from life fragments -
arranging reality flat upon the page
until it shows signs of order.
Recently, the process has been here in this public space.
Thursday, November 7, 2013
"No one gets out of life unscathed," the snail said, surprising me a bit.
"I never thought I would see you again, old friend."
"Never is a long time," he said, looking a bit more subdued and weather-worn than the last time I saw him.
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