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    The Green Door… First Draft, A Work in Progress, Day 2

      Deep in thought, she didn’t notice the old man sitting quietly on a dirty stoop across the street, both showing their years. He watched the scene and smiled a half-smile, with a look of knowing in his eyes….   Notes to self: synonym for dirty? possibly… Is ‘both’ unclear, misplaced?…

  • Writing

    The Green Door… First Draft, A Work in Progress

    This is a different kind of post for me – the first few lines of a work in progress – lines that have been rolling around in my head for several months, that I finally sat down to give a voice to this morning. No idea where it’s going, but I can feel…