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Renewal. Hope. Growth.
Falling leaves whisper of change.
Wisdom sheds its skin.
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Pearl
1980 something. we all hung out at Pearl and you and i were nothing special, or so i thought. i mean we all danced, drenched in our own sweat, our own saline solution of fear, too many beers, shots, laughter, tears, fucks in the bathroom and i don't know when we began to be afraid. do you?
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)6 days ago in Fiction
Comments (3)
Lovely!
Change is positive, we only have to investigate
Loved that final line, taking such an indelible image of trees and expanding it