I enjoy writing a certain way. I like word's - falling, reaching, peaking at the sky as they breach...

You. The reader at the end of the day, frayed as they are with the touch of rain, cloud, and mound's of grass covered in the smell of wet fur and smoke.

I want you to feel something...

I want to feel something...

I think that in the pursuit of being a better writer. Their is a mistake that is almost not a mistake.

Almost a hole. A trap.

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