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writing that demands one sees what is being said vividly. Trees speaking, silence and compromise. Men sharing their hurting souls while laughing at the reality of it.. thank you

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"Or maybe it’s the winners who die." You put to words so perfectly....

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Ahh, so lovely. And I'm tasting that smooth egg yolk on buttered toast, mmm.

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yeah, short fiction, little vignettes, tone poems, sounds of the times, short and graphic...ok, carry on

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Oh, wow. I loved this

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Nice

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Can I ask a format question? How do you decide whether to format it as you did in this story with spacing like this and lines all flush left... or the traditional way of paragraphs with indents, etc.?

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That was touching.

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I really liked this.

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I feel like I am having an affair with Sherman Alexie. I meet him in my early morning hours after he has arrived and waited for me to open the door to my email box and invite him inside. He tells me stories nobody else can tell and shines a light nobody else carries. I don't tell anyone else about it, because I don't want to listen to anyone else's ideas about what his stories mean. I just want it to be his voice and my heart, alone, like we are having an affair. Then I want to imagine him leaving and going to the cafe and ordering eggs and sopping them up.

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I love this!

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Thank you, Sandy.

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great story

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Thank you.

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Don’t tell the ^..^

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I've never seen a wolf emoticon!

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^^ First ears for everything!

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I love this story! It could have gone in so many different directions. But it goes in the direction of two souls divided by so much yet connected by grace…the grace of a great story in the hands of a great writer. Thank you! Made my day!

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Thank you, Ned.

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"I always like to sop up the last bit of life."

That poor cop...

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Hahahaha

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Beautiful and insightful. Do you think that you will take your short pieces of fiction and eventually translate them into longer pieces? Not that this is better, just wondering if any give you an idea for a longer piece.

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A large percentage of my shorter pieces have become longer stories. It's always a strong possibility. I've also turned poems into fiction. And non-fiction pieces into fiction.

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