echo like a wrecking ball -- a cattle call and caramel flat white an extra hot grad night no sled led like the bid for a half-eaten laightrack and a halfstack of leftbehind notes
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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laightrack deflated me before I could be carried by flapjacks
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