She sighed. "It's kinda like dying, but not, you know? You have to give up and give in, and for that one wonderful moment the world just goes away, and the universe has nothing in it but you and them."
Really, it's scenes that pop into my head. Right now, my eyes are playin' heck with me, but I gotta write. It's not Twue Wov. It's just folks talking. You know. The voices in my head. Now, I could just sit here and wax prosaic about the trees or the sunsets or the glint of moonlight on water. I'm playing with say a whole lot in a single statement.
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