One day, when I am not still completely frazzled, I will post a proper update and thank people for xmas cards. One day, I will reply to comments, and leave feedback, and crazy stuff like that. (I have a bum shoulder. Isn't that funny? A bum shoulder. Funny-haha in a pained/agony kind of way
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One day... you will actually be online. :op *hugs* Miss you, dear.
Brian’s eyebrows were thicker and darker than he remembered, his eyes set a little more firmly in his skull. The line of his throat had lost its graceful definition. His hair was limp and hung in his eyes. His lips were pressed together so hard they were white.
There was a huge bruise above one temple, the mottled blue and green spanning from Brian’s hairline to the corner of his eye.
Beautiful description here. It gives a very believable picture of aging and has a twinge of sadness/wonder attached to it that portray Brian's emotions well without dwelling on them.
Brian leaned into the caress, echo, echo, memory.The style of this sentence is a little jarring with its repetition in comparison to the preceding text and tone. Then again, it could just be me. ;o ( ... )
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Brian :-s:((
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