Interior traveling upwards.
Reducing helper-pills.
Petrified.
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(8 is enough, 30 is enough, but I keep doing these things because they help my awareness of the power of each word, and each day they come along. You’re probably sick of them, but I might keep going.)
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#1 by Kay Camden on June 17, 2011 - 8:33 am
Keep going! I like trying to figure them out. I rarely do, but it’s fun to ponder a few minutes.
#2 by Carl on June 19, 2011 - 12:15 am
You are kind to read along. I’m lucky for that. Are you assuming the writer has it figured out?