somewhere a lantern burns in the woods.
somewhere a cold blind man suffers.
they will never meet.
hurting
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ywp is my home away from home except it's always at my home so it is my home
ywp is my home away from home
except it's always at my home
so it is my home
Comments
This is a very enticing and succinct story! It reminds me of the way Anthony Doerr writes. Check him out- Maybe you'll be inspired to expand the story :)
Thanks for the suggestion!
This packs a serious punch. Wow. I'm impressed by how you've managed encrypt a primordial existential howl into such a succinct crisp little piece!
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