I don’t blame them; the tired, angry locals. Though, through virgin Earthly eyes, I can see the appeal…
Category:
Fiction Writings
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What was the purpose of staying?
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By Rosemary Rodriguez
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It seems old friends find themselves at the right place at the right time
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“As winter turns the forest white, the robin will remain in flight…”
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“There was something in the air that night at Casa Del Mar. Something that told me that I was gonna score…”
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The device is screaming.
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Printer paper and poetry
