Someone taught me an interesting fact about train horns yesterday.
I wrote this one night a few weeks ago, and thought I might post it, in large part because of the title of this entry.
The clock strikes two, and the fire burns softly beneath the mantelpiece. A single flame smolders lazily as the scorched wood crackles around it. The embers glow, the flame trembles, and all else is dim and quiet.
I am alone in ( Read more... )
The clock strikes two, and the fire burns softly beneath the mantelpiece. A single flame smolders lazily as the scorched wood crackles around it. The embers glow, the flame trembles, and all else is dim and quiet.
I am alone in ( Read more... )
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I really appreciated what you had to say... I don't know if I could have been more insightful, but you obviously got the extent of what I was trying to say =].
I have no idea how to reply to comments other than this... sorry that it's irrelevant to your post.
At some point, I plan to write more... I just have to figure out something to write about! Hopefully you will find the next post as entertaining as my first!
Btw, I envy your vocabulary!
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