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Via just about everyone, the first lines of my Works in Progress (drafts, snippets, and partial drafts):
Claire de Lune
Laila dreamed the dream again on the night the King of Ashur died.
Ether/Victorian Book
In the dream, it is always summer in the doctor’s house.
Harvest
Rooni brought the pig's head home on a blustery day just past midsummer.
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jaimevoss (this one needs more than one line)
I told him to bring back some rain.
In a jar, perhaps, or a bottle. In my grandmother's time they had carried it cupped in their own two hands, careful not to step on rocks for fear of spilling a drop, but it was a long way to walk and hard, and I was not as harsh a woman as my grandmother had been.
Rose White, Rose Red
They fed you red beans and rice on the day your mother died.
The Sorceress's Assistant
He came to her door on a cold winter night, and begged her to use him kindly.
That's actually it right now; I'm still on vacation. *g*
Claire de Lune
Laila dreamed the dream again on the night the King of Ashur died.
Ether/Victorian Book
In the dream, it is always summer in the doctor’s house.
Harvest
Rooni brought the pig's head home on a blustery day just past midsummer.
Untitled Rain Collaboration with
jaimevoss (this one needs more than one line)I told him to bring back some rain.
In a jar, perhaps, or a bottle. In my grandmother's time they had carried it cupped in their own two hands, careful not to step on rocks for fear of spilling a drop, but it was a long way to walk and hard, and I was not as harsh a woman as my grandmother had been.
Rose White, Rose Red
They fed you red beans and rice on the day your mother died.
The Sorceress's Assistant
He came to her door on a cold winter night, and begged her to use him kindly.
That's actually it right now; I'm still on vacation. *g*
