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writing with my eyes closed
My writing blog.
Monday, February 20, 2006
thunderclouds
Thunderclouds
wrestle with drops
of wet,
giant spit
that fall from the sky
and make love
to the ground.
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thunderclouds
back
that was nice of them.
mmm fortune cookie.
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aqua
excerpt from my new YA thriller, "Into the Dark"
Flower Tones
untitled
In June I am Picking Roses
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Equinox
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