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Free Write 042216

There are things and hope and hopes and dreams. Flashing by my mind like little golden fish in a tiny pond and then splashing out of reach upon the line of a selfish fisher. flailing on shore and gasping for breath, I silently cry out but none there seem to notice the suffering of my drowning in air. I flop and hope that I can flick myself back into the silver flow of falling water, but I am lost and they hold me out to Continue reading “Free Write 042216”