such is writing....
Jan. 26th, 2009 10:31 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lagilmanSometimes, even favorite lines have to die:
Jerzy paused, remembering when he had waited with his sack of stems and shit, stinking to the skies of it, day after day until his hands were stained clay-white and red as well as brown from the dirt.
Jerzy paused, remembering when he had waited with his sack of stems and shit, stinking to the skies of it, day after day until his hands were stained clay-white and red as well as brown from the dirt.
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Date: 2009-01-26 05:00 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-01-27 06:03 pm (UTC)That's a BLFC winner, IMO.