Father time chews and
downs all his children in turn.
The good ones, slowly.
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Rae Solace
An amateur in all regards except taste. Fiction writer, poet, jewelry-maker, craft-maker, painter.
English Creative Writing BA.
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I First Saw Him
When I first saw him sitting on the wall, relaxed and looking out over the water, I was sure he wasn't a local. Not including children, there are only about 250 or 300 of us in this area full-time, though that number is ten-fold in the summer, and I know everyone at least by sight or by family resemblance. And yet, the way he sat looked familiar and started my mind sorting and discarding among the families I knew, not quite like this one, not quite like that one.
By Natalie Wilkinson7 days ago in Fiction
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Finding this after I wrote my own Father Time based haiku. Lol. Good job!