Summer romances are suppose to live forever. The warmth of the sun, the sound, the hiss and crash of the water into the shore are suppose to cement those feelings, that bliss so - despite the nip in the air, the transition of the warm sun into a cold one - things are suppose to remain intact. When the leaves on the trees turn to a
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This one has an urgency to it-- it pulled me through the whole post. I kept reading faster, wanting to see what was next.
Thanks.
(reminds me of Are You Out There? by Dar Williams; that song's the same way-- that same half-breathless urgency...)
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I know that feeling of urgency too, I've experienced that in a couple of pieces - the flow of the writing gets so fast, and so needy that you have to keep going, reading faster then your eyes can even move.
I've never heard of the song, but I can imagine what it's like - thanks for commenting, I am really glad you liked the piece :)
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Thanks, Mina :)
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I am glad you liked it.
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