Work in progress
Sunday, September 25, 2011
May came in. Sweet and green, hauling shadows. Vin would leave right after dawn. Kate would call, and they would speak of it, or they wouldn’t. Either way, in the afternoons, Becca walked.
Sometimes she took her camera out.
Sometimes she walked too far.
Sometimes she would see the tip of the tail of a wolf. Or of a shadow.
4 comments:
Ooooh, I like that very much!
What a great photo to go along with this. Your work-in-progress posts are some of my favorites.
nice...i love the hidden faves
Another informative blog… Thank you for sharing it… Best of luck for further endeavor too.
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