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January 27, 2007 in 299 Words, Books, Flash Fiction, language, Literature, novels, Poetry, reading, Short stories, Stories, Very Short Novels, Writing | Tags: Animal, Dystopia, Fear, Love, Mercy, Survival | 5 comments
Three directions you must know: Out, Too Deep, and the slightly curved Goodness that extends forever and gives our lives meaning. Out is the direction of peril and food. Too Deep is oblivion. Some can be brought back from the deep, but they come back as food. Read the rest of this entry »
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