this morningA Chapter by Lyn Andersonwiping away death
This morning I
wiped the rest of you away quietly, without a fuss. The blankets are on the line, floor mopped; kennel flat. Fold the bill up, wait for the statement to come in. Rocks in the ground, mulch, a marker; done. © 2016 Lyn AndersonAuthor's Note
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13 Reviews Added on July 24, 2014 Last Updated on September 14, 2016 AuthorLyn AndersonToronto, Ontario, CanadaAboutI write under a pseudonym. I don't do Read Requests, but you can PM me if you want me to read something specific. I make friends with people who I read and interact with. I won't accept random reque.. more.. |

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