A short story, 'micro fiction,' that, unfortunately, I can't share due to being ripped-off too many times in the past, an image here, half a line there, even the whole concept of a piece of my writing has been stylistically and/or thematically copied without credit. Nowadays I am one less stop for those people who rove the Internet for 'far more than' inspiration. The encryption is to keep the literary trolls out.
Sheath of feeling. Words groping to touch air.
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