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[dolari]

::sits down to work on the Genevieve novel::
::three hours later::

Now mountains to the left of me
And A forest to my right.
Along the thin grey ribbon
Trying to rekindle that light.

Sometimes it is gravel
Sometimes it needs repair.
Sometimes it is made from cloth,
Draping from my hair.

Jenn: That's not Genevieve stuff. Not at all....