Mounting the Mountain
Climb until you reach your peak
Your summit I seek
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Whitaker Lee
Call me Whit if you’re sassy . 💁🏾♀️
Zesty gal with a fantastical flair.
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Spectating
I can't imagine dying like this, in a place like this; on a cold, dirty pavement with rush hour traffic screaming by and a crowd looking on while paramedics struggle to find space to move. Who could? Deep down we all think there should be a reason, a moment of clarity... or a family presence, at least. For this man, this boy, the rail thin woman lighting a cigarette in a faux fur jacket will have to do - she's been here since the start, her eyes tracking the movement of my shoulders as we fight to keep him on the right side of the line.
By S. A. Crawford6 days ago in Fiction
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oOoOO....love this imagery! ❤️
🔥🌶🔥 Love it!