Brief prose, musings, random thoughts, occasional bits of amateur poetry - and whatever doesn't fit anywhere else. This is my junk drawer.
Monday, December 10, 2012
How Hard Was it Raining?
It poured incessantly throughout the gray night before Jackie left Hanalei; raindrops echoing off the tin roof of the Paper shack like green scales falling from the hide of a heartbroken mythical, magic dragon.
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