found this inside a recently acquired book, An Equal Music by Vikram Seth. Kindle and its ilk can't replicate these glimmers to another life. i like M's succinctness.
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He stared after him. His face was silent, closed, yet sickly fascinating; it drew in the confidences of Turmoil and Pain, themselves the underlings of Loneliness, an Overlord so pervasive, its tendrils marauded across his features, seeking to fester, germinate and eventually, vanquish that fragile mien.
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a snippet dreamed up while cycling at the park with my baby sister. i always get small, random snippets popping into my mind, but never the entire story unfortunately.
on the flipside, Singapore Writers Festival starts this friday! who's up for it?!
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