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A Country Song

Window down, radio playing, Aaron Tippen or something, low under the rush of the wind.  John knew she was trouble, knew that feeling of an edge somewhere nearby, one he didn’t want to go over, drawing him.  Concentration playing out … Continue reading

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How deep you willing to go

So I’m talking to T. tonight, shooting the shit after the meeting, we’re talking a newcomer out of his tree, and then T. starts on this long term relationship he’s in now, with S.  How he finally cares enough about … Continue reading

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Hunkering Down for NaNoWriMo (migrated)

November is National Novel Writing Month. Somehow the timing is impeccable. Late fall is when I usually seem to wind up taking stock, gathering in, hunkering down. Introspective time, images of the days of summer, of the past year go … Continue reading

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