Sunday, September 07, 2008

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You were crisp, clean, dry-witted, and read; all juxtaposed by cigarettes.

I was learning to write. And love.

One product of an opening sentence assignment stuck:

My brother hasn't died yet, but the process has begun.

1 comment:

Rob said...

Very nice Megin. I do believe he would enjoy this writing exercise...and your writing.