You are an expert weaver, even though you don't know it. You take these fragments of information, bits and bytes of you, and you spin them into something more, and you take all of those something mores and you tie them on your loom, taut, taut, and then you get going, shuttle flying back and forth. Faster, faster and you create something from it, you build a life for yourself. I stare at you like I'm amazed, because I am. You're creating fictions, whole universes that never existed before you, and I'm amazed. You're not. You're used to it, this is the norm for you.
How very strange.
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Friday, January 20, 2012
Fiction Friday
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2 Fab Fans:
I actually really like this.
Thanks! I didn't like it at all when I first wrote it, but it's growing on me. Like a fungus.
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