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The cat hears my lonely voice and comes out of her dark corner. Deciding that I need love, she sits on my lap and offers the best kind she knows, warm purrs and soft eyes that say “Here, we’ll sit in your dark corner.”
Posted on January 12, 2010
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
