Saying a lot, saying a little… who cares?
story time
what kanchan posted about triggered some leftover thoughts in me, and i went ahead and put together one possible version of it. mind you, what really came home to me is that i need to write more, and think about writing more.
however, such mundane musings aside: Discovery. it is a little unfinished for my tastes, and maybe a little uneven.. maybe a few reads i might make in a while will help. i know i can’t expect help from any of you.
otherwise, enjoy. i think.
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