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RE: It's Not Kansas--Finish The Story #27
I like the way your continuation went.
As the gate closed, she heard echoes of rain, traffic, and the mendicant's chant, which sewed every idea, impression and sound together into a unity she finally comprehended as existence.
Very cool
Thank you! That sentence just came together--sometimes that happens, doesn't it? Not often enough...