Thoughts: as long as they inhabit my mind, they are alive.
Yet too often they climb down on paper to meet their own death.
I guess I am responsible for that, am I not?
Excerpt from the manuscript “Glass Lovers”
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Thoughts: as long as they inhabit my mind, they are alive.
Yet too often they climb down on paper to meet their own death.
I guess I am responsible for that, am I not?
Excerpt from the manuscript “Glass Lovers”
@short-prose-fiction
