Down by the river, by the waters edge, Arthur makes them take their clothes off, fold them, put them in neat little piles. Like tiny cotton gravestones, little boy’s pants and socks lie…
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... and the Start of Hard Times To Come. A writing (time wasting) diary. This is the scrapbook of a writer who should be writing his novel.
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