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I forgot to repost the untitled original ficlet I wrote for friendshipper's Three Weeks for DW Original Commentfest. Lots of brilliant things in this fest, y'all, that are not to be missed.

( This isn't a novella by Ursula K. Le Guin. Nobody leaves her baby face up in the sun to die of heat stroke. )

The end of the year is, for me, an opportunity to look at what lies ahead. It is also a remembrance and celebration of times past. In that vein and as I am wont to do from time to time, I reached into my two drawer filing cabinet where I have arranged chronologically and according to theme most of my creative endeavors of the past twenty three years. I get a huge kick out of re-reading my junior high poetry and thought you guys might too. Happy New Year, everybody, and let’s all laugh at wee!Lorraine. *g*

( Poetry is thoughts that breathe and words that burn--Thomas Gray )

I bared my soul; now how's about y'all bare yours. That Civil War epic you wrote in seventh grade? Please do excerpt. That Next Gen play you wrote for you and your little brother to act for your mom's birthday? Give us a snippet. Those poems of blackness and rage and agony? Quote us a line or two. There's nothing quite so cathartic as laughing at yourself, and, well, everybody else too. :)