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 Jackie’s last gray night in 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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