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“At that moment, noticing that his embroidered handkerchief was revealing part of its coloured edging, he thrust it back into his pocket with a startled glance, like a prudish but not innocent woman concealing bodily charms which in her excessive modesty she sees as wanton.”
― Marcel Proust

H O W L I N G

Three hours left to meet my self-imposed deadline. Write once a day and hit ‘Publish.’

C O O R D I N A T E S

“Coordinates, just the coordinates please” she said to the calculating English man.

L A N D

They took me to a densely wooded park whose magic could not be seen from the parking lot.  The sun was shining and nearly every inch of sky had been overtaken by the peaks of trees one could only assume stood proud at the strength and health maintained at their age.  Squinting my eyes to…