The boy sat on the banking looking for trout in the brook. The earth, mixed with growing ferns, smelled of something he didn’t know. He wanted the trout to come from the shaded area so he could watch them. “It’s not possible to live in another mind.” The boy said out loud, not knowing what his father had meant. The boy promised himself to never slam the door and leave. His mother replied to no one, “It’s when you care for someone more than yourself.”
-M. Taggart
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This is so simple yet beautiful.
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Thank you
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This is a sad and beautiful short story brought to us in a single paragraph; I don’t know how you do it Matt but I’m in awe :O) xx
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I have so little time to write that I have no choice. lol I worked Sat and Sun and now I’m having a beer and ready to go back to work. And my cell busted while on the job..so there’s that evil little piece of micro chipped chasm. ;P -Hope you are well btw.
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Do you never stop!? Oh no that sucks for your cell! I’m good thanks Matt, spent the day in the mountains 😍 xx
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Beautiful
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Thank you. You post the greats. For you to think anything I’ve written as beautiful stands out to me.
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Thank you so much. Greetings
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I don’t know how many times I’ve been out in the wild (as a child as well as an adult) when I’ve analyzed and remembered and relived tiny moments that changed me (if I let them). Working through problems. Questions, conundrums, worries. Letting pieces of the puzzle fall into place. Ah yes; your thoughts here speak volumes.
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(if I let them.) how so very true
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Beautiful description.<3
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thank you
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My pleasure
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