Someone told me I should put in snippets of my actual writing. So here's the rough bit I did the other night. It's more poetry than substance right now, but I like the feel of it.
The trees hang over the stream, thin trickle of water in this oppressive heat, and I hang with them. Green scum bobbles as the sluggish water eddies past the shallow pool
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Although I suppose if you're familiar with any of my other stuff, there is a definitive pattern to my beginnings. I wonder if that's a good thing....
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