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Fill in the blank- Seven days gone and the distance keeps growing. That bridge I talked about? Just words now. Asked you to stay put but you’re deaf to that too. Friday night. Everyone’s out getting hammered, celebrating their prison break from the work week. Me? I’m sitting here trying not to count the minutes
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I dreamed a freight train, runaway— its boxcars scrawled with names of places we had been, places we said we’d go, places we never reached, all crushed beneath the weight of time. The cars weren’t empty, no— there were passengers, a handful of them, faces blurred in the smoke, but I knew them all, I
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“All colors made me happy even grey.” Nabokov, Pale Fire
A German carpenter by day working hard to follow a Jewish carpenter, exploring writing as a creative outlet. Passionate about learning through practice and observation.
BB Grey--musings 