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Ethereal. Whispers singing the high
percussion of air being sliced betwixt two steel rings at break neck speeds.
The shadowy vestiges of metal hula-hoops spinning- running Earth’s diameter.
Beneath. Above. Beside. This basin of all and nothing.
Rather than an entire paragraph of "I hate these shoes. They hurt. Why did I wear them?" But that's just me! So, I'd love to hear what everyone thinks about NaNoWriMo and/ or free writing. If you want to share some secrets of the trade that seem to work for you that'd be pretty awesome too!
P.S. - Incase you're wondering, that little piece describes the sound I was hearing the other day when I was standing at the top of the North face of the mountain at Seven Springs. It was probably just the distant high way but anything sounds amazing when you're on the top of the world.