storytelling
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The Legacy
"My dear, young man,"she began,gazing earnestly over her half-glasses,her heart aching for him,"the birthright is yours,yours to claim,yours to own.Even now the circle crumbles;once dissolved,all support ends." He sat in confusion:birthright? circle? support?Turning and turning his ball cap in his… Continue reading
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All Fish Could Sing
"All fish could sing," the old one saidas she scraped the scales and severed the head."They sang to each other their songs of dread,of silt, of sunlight, of someone to bed,or why the fisherman's lures of leadwere dragged through the… Continue reading