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!
Tuesday, June 17, 2014
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The street performer saw it first since he was the only one facing the right way. Everyone else was looking at the guitarist and they witnessed the explosion only as reflection in his frightened, disbelieving eyes.
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