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Artists Without Control

He looks up and to his left at the conductor. Go big. Go now. His hands release the leader. And now he listens for God. Reverence releases earthly magic. Some of us miss God terribly.

 

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This entry was posted on March 22, 2011, 10:57 pm and is filed under Fiction. You can follow any responses to this entry through RSS 2.0. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.

  1. #1 by Evelyn on March 23, 2011 - 5:13 am

    More of your lovely genre.
    This one leaves me so curious!
    Imagination going wild.

    Reply

    • #2 by Carl on March 23, 2011 - 8:53 pm

      Thank you, Evelyn. I don’t like conclusive endings, do I?

      Reply

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