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November 6, 2008
Nanowrimo 08
Yes, I may be working like a slave, I may have a very poorly DJ Mikey at home following 2 unexpected nights in hospital, and I may be starting 5 days late, but I'm still doing it, god dammit!
And you know what that means... daily snippets. In this case, definitely snippets...
...if she were to put her tiny sparkly head to the ground she’d be able to hear the starting murmur of the world waking up, of the land, the estuary, the fields of corn, barley, wild flowers, the stretching woods around her, the beech maze twisting its spine, even the granite and sandstone in the quarry, and the house- the hunched, crumbling, rotting house- that sits grumbling as much as the sparrows, square in the centre of the park.
Posted by scumkitten at November 6, 2008 8:29 PM
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