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Creating a blog! Some write in an interesting way- but what is fascinating to one may be dregs to another. Books are safer...
Just finished a ten star book Black Swan Green by David Mitchell. Its the months of a year(plus one) of a 13 year old boy, Jason , covert poet and stammerer. Set in 1982 in England its journey is tremendous. I wanted to ring up someone and say"listen to this writing" So I'll copy a sentence or two.
" Private, said a sign, hung on the slatted gate, where the name should go. Newborn flowers in the garden were Licorice Allsorts blue, pink and yellow. Maybe I heard scissors. Maybe I heard a poem, seeping from its cracks. So I stood and listened, just for a minute, like a hungry robin listening for worms."
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