His smile was the warmest. His eyes were the brightest. His laugh was the loudest. Now his expression is cold, his eyes are dull, and he is silent. We didn't know his laughter was a cry for help, or his smile was to keep him from shivering, or his eyes were to sign a ship passing by. We should have known the warmest, and the brightest, and the loudest are the ones drowning in troubled waters.
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Snippets
Short StoryThis book is filled with ideas that didn't want to be anything more than snippets of something that could have been. Original photo: http://alabamachanin.com/journal/2012/06/lie-still/
