up the hill halfway it becomes a mountain which is
unexpected except for the map which collapsed on impact with reality while the
rain se see goes on for miles through frogs upstyled by reflective throats on
remote roads stand a better chance of dancing another day of leaping another
way into night
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side note
While this blog's original purpose was to keep myself honest in my practice of doing daily justwrites-- 10-minute freewrites from some unusual starting points-- it has meandered to occasionally include other sorts of writing, to address other goals, and to even include other authors. Now, its main function is as a sort of verbal/ thought outcropping in public view. These are not polished pieces, and most are completely rough drafts. As some pieces may be developed through revision, your comments are most appreciated.
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