Unfinished short something or others, aimless wandering, musing, scenarios, public practice, and other stuff
Friday, August 15, 2014
The damp made the
cold leach into his bones. Usually, he didn't mind the cold. A furious wind
even exhilarated him, but standing in the dampness of this chilly
fall morning made him question his resolve.
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