let me hear your voice tonight (
alexseanchai) wrote2021-05-10 08:16 pm
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Comment with a word. If it's in my WIP, I'll reply with the sentence it appears in.
because I'm helpful like that, I will also tell you which WIP
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ETA: apparently I'm taking "I don't have this or anything close to this in any of my WsIP" as "time to write until I do!"
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Comment with a word. If it's in my WIP, I'll reply with the sentence it appears in.
because I'm helpful like that, I will also tell you which WIP
if you don't have a Dreamwidth account:
(1) they're free, and if you're logged in when you leave a comment, you get a notification of any replies directly to you and you have the option of getting a notification of any replies on this post
(2) you don't need one, but do please identify yourself in your comment
ETA: apparently I'm taking "I don't have this or anything close to this in any of my WsIP" as "time to write until I do!"
Guess
(Anonymous) 2021-05-11 03:33 am (UTC)(link)Re: Guess
—"Or Sew It Seams"
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(skip) All [of these are] Pantone numbers matching colors of sewing thread that opening the black-polka-dotted lid proves she keeps in this case, next to fabric scissors and both hand and machine needles and a measuring tape and a thoroughly stabbed tomato pincushion, above the empty space reserved for her sewing machine.
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—where the firelight fades 15
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(Anonymous) 2021-05-11 05:18 pm (UTC)(link)no subject
—where the firelight fades 17
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But his blood is the only thing in Paris that's warm, his cheeks are all in Paris that's dry, and there hasn't been a single sound of life in he doesn't know how long except for his own lonely, longing song.
—where the firelight fades 15