Oh my god, I can't wait for you to rewrite On Earth.
This is lovely. Like a poem. A long, prose poem.
The descriptions of him are beautiful. "He has all the trappings of humanity, the emotions, the colors, but he decided not to keep it."
"The boy is tall, with dirty-blond hair and eyes the clear color of water. Of snow-melt. A gift to me on Ash Wednesday, he comes complete with history and guilt. With the smell of leaves and branches, burning."
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This is lovely. Like a poem. A long, prose poem.
The descriptions of him are beautiful. "He has all the trappings of humanity, the emotions, the colors, but he decided not to keep it."
"The boy is tall, with dirty-blond hair and eyes the clear color of water. Of snow-melt. A gift to me on Ash Wednesday, he comes complete with history and guilt. With the smell of leaves and branches, burning."
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I'm getting seriously keyed-up to tackle this, but first things first--FE revisions, you are going down!
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I know! I saw it and was like, wait, wait, I know this one!
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