Skipped a rock, across the sea.
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Ten hours later, it came back to me.
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I thought a while, on that time.
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Took back the rock. Placing it from land to pocket.
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Heavier now, than my wallet.
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Epoch
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A night’s long walk.
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Epoch
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A rock.
Journalistic Writing
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I like it.
but it kinda has my brain trying to think.
i guess that’s a good thing then.
your work is awesome.
Thank you so much. I write sometimes, and think I know what it’s about, which I do know at the time, but then I wonder about the symbolism and what things might represent.
I’m gearing up to post more. Just catching up on some readings.