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…t spread new patterns as he hoisted his beer to his lips. He wore his suit like a broomstick would. His wasn’t an elegant form of tall. His kind of tall was gangly and gnarled, like the twisted husk of a tall thin tree that had lost its foliage a long time ago.
Charles Bastille
Author, D. Denise Dianaty
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Great descriptive stage setting
Artist, Poet, author, wife & mom May my epitaph be "She reflected love into the world."
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