Every day I will write the very beginning of a story, a paragraph or a whole page, without worrying about where it might lead. "Nulla dies sine linea," I hope!
Wednesday, January 2, 2013
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"Promise me you won't leave me." Her hands were cold and dry, her grip weak.
"I promise." Martin's tears splashed down on Marta's arm, and he watched them instead of her face.
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