Writing

I wrote this in response to a little contest at another site I visit.

there are four men seated around the table. it's a glass table. some would call it a coffe table but. no one ever think to put coffe on this table...

Written : Feb 9th, 2010 - Tuesday - 7:35 PM

How I met, lost, and re-introduced myself to a very special person from my point-of-view.

This the new version of the first chapter.

I wrote this a few years ago. I was inspired by o online friends story she never finished...or maybe she did. Sadly, we don't keep in touch anymore.

we see the stirrings of problems.

This is the story I want to tell you about Picasso: light, natural as straw, through the east window, rays and dust. He squeezes long worms of p..

We are one in the same.

How I met, lost, and re-introduced myself to a very special person from my point-of-view.

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