Tuesday, July 1, 2008

More Writing

From another short story I'm working on:

Old cornstalks stroked and soothed his cheek as he passed, and he could smell the earth in their long, brown, dying veins.



(My photo)
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1 comment:

  1. Jon GlassettJuly 2, 2008 at 10:25 PM

    Really nice little mood piece there. Between the passage and the photo I was in it.

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