How much I love you.
If truth is Winter’s snow,
Then this I know is true.
Never shall there be cold,
And if I may be bold,
No romance is as gold,
Than our story told.
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Bravery TE Walker
I am a short story writer who is obsessed with fish. I have a very-not-alarming caffeine addiction and love a little bit of angst with my sugar.
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The sun was high when Lance pulled off the road and into the dusty lot of the service station. The sign back at the hairpin--the first sign in a long time--said they just rolled into Hatter’s Creek, Population 63. It was small enough it didn’t appear on the handmap in Shelby’s lap, yet here it stood, the first backwater township on the fringes of the National Park. The plan was to gas up, restock the snack bag, and press on into the wilderness.
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Comments (2)
Those last two lines - nicely done!
Fantastic poem! Well written!