"As she walked into the moon in the ocean, her lyre glistened in the mist, mourning, haunting, whose sorrow echoed into the cliffs above." <-- My first attempt at creative writing. It's weak. I'm keeping a portfolio so that I can keep a log of my progress.
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zak storer 🎡 (zacts@mastodon.social)'s status on Saturday, 03-Nov-2018 15:17:41 EDT
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zak storer 🎡 (zacts@mastodon.social)'s status on Saturday, 03-Nov-2018 16:28:29 EDT
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"As she walked into the moon in the ocean, her lyre glistened in the mist, mourning, haunting, it's sorrow echoing into the cliffs above."
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zak storer 🎡 (zacts@mastodon.social)'s status on Saturday, 03-Nov-2018 16:31:53 EDT
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"As she walked into the moon in the ocean, her lyre glistened in the mist, mourning, haunted, it's sorrow echoing into the cliffs above."
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zak storer 🎡 (zacts@mastodon.social)'s status on Saturday, 03-Nov-2018 16:32:03 EDT
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"As she walked into the moon in the ocean, her lyre glistened in the mist, mourning, haunted, its sorrow echoing into the cliffs above."
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zak storer 🎡 (zacts@mastodon.social)'s status on Saturday, 03-Nov-2018 16:38:29 EDT
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"As she walked into the moon in the ocean, her lyre glistened in the mist, mourning, haunted, its sorrow echoing into the cliffs above."
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zak storer 🎡 (zacts@mastodon.social)'s status on Saturday, 03-Nov-2018 16:40:30 EDT
zak storer 🎡
"As she walked into the moon in the ocean, her lyre glistened in the mist, mourning, haunted, its sorrow echoed into the cliffs above."
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zak storer 🎡 (zacts@mastodon.social)'s status on Saturday, 03-Nov-2018 16:48:55 EDT
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"As she drifted into the moon in the ocean, her lyre glistened in the mist,
mourning, haunted, its sorrow echoed into the cliffs above." <-- final version. -
zak storer 🎡 (zacts@mastodon.social)'s status on Saturday, 03-Nov-2018 17:07:14 EDT
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"As she drifted into the moon in the ocean, her lyre glistened in the mist,
mourning, haunted, its sorrow echoed within the cliffs above." <-- final version. -
zak storer 🎡 (zacts@mastodon.social)'s status on Saturday, 03-Nov-2018 17:08:58 EDT
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"As she drifted into the moon in the ocean, her lyre glistened in the mist,
mourning, haunted, its sorrow echoed inside the cliffs above." <-- final version.-
zak storer 🎡 (zacts@mastodon.social)'s status on Saturday, 03-Nov-2018 17:10:31 EDT
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'echoed' is not a verb here. It means 'imprinted' kind of.
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zak storer 🎡 (zacts@mastodon.social)'s status on Saturday, 03-Nov-2018 17:22:15 EDT
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"As she drifted into the moon in the ocean, her lyre glistened in the mist,
mourning, haunted, its sorrow echoing in the cliffs above." <-- final version. -
zak storer 🎡 (zacts@mastodon.social)'s status on Saturday, 03-Nov-2018 17:24:38 EDT
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"As she drifted into the moon in the ocean, her lyre glistened in the mist,
mourning, haunted, its sorrow echoing in the cliff above." <-- final version. -
zak storer 🎡 (zacts@mastodon.social)'s status on Saturday, 03-Nov-2018 17:35:36 EDT
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"As she drifted into the moon in the ocean, her lyre glistened in the mist, mourning, haunted; its sorrow echoed from the cliff above. " <-- The last sentence of my short story, Sappho.
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