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Tuesday, 5 October 2010
Saturday, 2 October 2010
Lost for Words
A deep, dark fear has started to push up out of the moist, autumn-purple soil. The settled, shady, once peaceful, textured compost is disturbed, crumbly.A shaft of rusty iron, a spear of pure fear, has pierced the earth's surface and emerged into the ripping-rain and wringing wind...it's fast approaching...
NOVEMBER 2010:my first
NaNoWriMo
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