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JULY 2016 The storm is beginning. She looks up from the book she is nose deep in. Grinds her teeth out of habit. Ugh. She hates rain and she hates storms. Cursing under her breath, she gets up from the cross-legged position she was in on her king-sized bed, rubs her legs to soothe out the pins and needles, puts on her slippers and shuffles out to ensure all the windows are shut and that there are no clothes hanging on the wire. She can see the rain pouring now in heavy sheets and her body gives an involuntary shudder. Thank heavens she decid...
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SUNRISEOnce upon a time, there was a Writer. He sat atop a plinth made of gold, dusted with diamonds and finished with the caresses of each one of His angels. He thought no wrong, He wrote no wrong. Each one of his stories were distinct from the other, walled off with immense care and reviewed to the last letter. There were no mistakes. No fallacies, or coincidences. It was a seamless and completely faultless procedure. And yet, there was one solitary thread that ran through each one of these tales, meshing them together, binding and interla...
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