Tag: Fiction

  • Invisible

    Invisible

    You may never read this.  These words may well remain simply in this notebook, undiscovered, unread, never seen by mortal eyes other than my own.  So why write it, you may ask?  Well, is it not in the nature of man to record his thoughts, to journal his life?  I’ve never really kept a diary,…

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