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| Copyright Someone Else. I own nothing. |
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| Copyright Someone Else. I own nothing. |
Saturday, October 25
The Offspring of Midnight and and Overactive Mind
Last night a scene from my story suddenly forced its way into my mind, and my hand snapped on the light and started writing before I knew what I was doing. It was an absolutely precious moment between two of my characters, and somehow these beyond-brilliant little pieces were reflected in the scene.
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