05MAR18
(4 minutes)
I feel so small in the city. It dwarfs me! All those big buildings that touch the sky. How can they exist when there creates are so small? This place feels wrong! Pushed here and there by the constant moving crowd. In that place I am just apart of the crowd. I much prefer the country where the tallest thing in a hundred miles is me.
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Ink Joy
RandomHey, y'all it's your fabulous author here, Bluestonegirl47. Ink joy is the name of the writing group that I'm a part of and we do these exercises that result in some great writing. The first one is timed writing where we are given a concept like ne...
