Exercise 070803

Where does the time

fly. Where does it

go. One moment it

was evening; the next,

it’s morning — that time

before the dawn arrives.

And because I was

writing, caught up in

my own world of

imagination and creation that

somehow wants sharing but

is like some shy

creature, hardly seen, furtive.


© 2017 L. Tafa


Author: b20f08

I enjoy solo wargaming and writing. The first caters to the boy that never grew up; the latter satisfies a deep desire to communicate. Cheers.

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