Archive - August 18, 2014

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Burnt Out
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Pencil

Pencil

She scratched her pencil against the page. She loved the sound of it. The scrapping. She could tell when her pencil had reached that perfect dullness so that it would shade smoothly and dark. The lead softening to the perfect  level. She thought about the shadows that hung beneath the eyes of this man. The[…]

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