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Last night, I dreamed the world was made of snow. Everything was quiet, the eye of a storm. I lost myself in that silence. On either side of me were grand mansions, hidden beneath frost. It took me a long time to realize that all those houses were mine, I had my pick. Every door was open to me but all I wanted to do was stay out and fall asleep in the cold.
Posted on November 7, 2009
This is about loss-- of the people we love and the people we used to be. This is about letting go and growing up. This is about Janie. This is about the ocean.
This is a work of fiction. It is a place to help me write my story-- my internet notebook.
Some of the posts tell a (somewhat) cohesive narrative. These posts are numbered. Click here if you'd like to start reading the narrative from the beginning.
Other posts are things I find that are inspiring to the story-- things my character would like if she were a real, live, living girl. -N
