August 2010

Sometimes you just have to stop everything and help someone. Words can wait- death cannot. Pens and ink spots will always be there when you come back home. When you get the urge, go for it.
Ditto was in his study as usual reading up on history. The plip plop of water dripping off the [...]

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He could never really go “home”- could never even step foot on the land that his family once owned. He slept at his sister’s or at his cousin’s places. He would never see his father again- he was dead, and his mother was somewhere, and didn’t want to see him, or didn’t want to be [...]

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