I can let my hair down

[phantom_demon]

Standing on the balcony she looks out over the small courtyard, the starbucks, the stage and the benches beyond that. Looking almost wistful she takes a drag on her cigarette and holds the smoke in her lungs for a minute. As plumes of gray vapor twist and swirl out of her nose and mouth she takes a step towards the steps. Her step is brisk,

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[inkandalchemy]

One thing I love best about writing is that it doesn't have to "be going somewhere." Just keep writing, and eventually you realize it got somewhere without you even noticing.

Or at least that's what it does to me. :)