oneword:
She offered him her shoulder, to cry on, to lean on. She gave him stability, strength and balance. She was his purpose and his goal. She gave him her shoulder.
I don't like this one. I am trying not to use the word so early in the writing. I want to have the writing by inspired by the word, not driven by it. Ah, well. There is always tomorrow.
Tuesday, August 12, 2003
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