Mark Laird

Broken Bow, OK.
Don’t mind the weird noises in the background. I know, it sounds like some weird dying duck 🙄.

I’ve been writing more and more recently. It something I’ve done ever since I was a little kid. I guess I’ve got a lot of stories in my head and I’m not myself unless I tell them.

Here’s a few lines I jotted down earlier.
“...The wind was cold against my cheek. In the dank fog of the grey morning it was a further tug of warmth from my body. My breath mingled in the air and gave rise to shapes and figures I couldn’t place. I kept willing myself not to clench, to stay loose. It was the battle before the battle of this day. Another I knew I had to win.”
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#writing #magichour #dusk #cabin #imback