need

A call,fear , place & tear constitute the wrld ... On the edges
of letting go ..... Wish , mercy , dream & love were the
criminals that killed the one in his own four wals ..
. Among the shades of a pine forst ... A wood cutter confused
in chosing the best .. With a will to cut one ..bt his feet left
the earth ,the green, and cut one by one each ...
Ths passion of gettng mre is wat fear folows .... Holding his
most powrful nerve ... It tempts him to tear all the shadows
that surounded his life n ego...
scaterd n blured ... He felt mean while .....
Bt he could stop kwing he wont feel alive ..
Thus the fear won the race ... That the ancient tortise n
rabbit had startd bygone

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[Maglia Weaver Twill]

'wish, mercy, dream and love were the criminals.'...

wouldn't this would make an interesting narrative although already a narrative? I wonder what it would look like in such a lengthy way as we are wont to read in novels, though I one may prefer the page at times

I see the wood cutter and have a good sense of what it looks like in the forest here