From the Parish shaped like a Heart
Sunday, December 28, 2008
Eyes on the wall
A friend of mine gave me a writing exercise. There's a 57-year-old man staring at the wall. Why? There's no word limit. I'll get back to you on this one. I'm very excited to write it.
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