Magnificent Lies Waiting In The Shadows
The writer had languished for days now as she shivered here, lonesome and unwritten. In that land of a thousand forgotten lines and abandoned stories in a cob-webbed corner in the attic of his brain. A shimmering affiliation of molecules and energy, waiting to be assembled — or reassembled — born in that magical first moment he conceived of her, but not yet delivered on to the virgin page. A…
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