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Lone violin;
a vagabond plays
capriccio
for some bread
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hard times;
the neighbor calls
can't afford
two hours
to chat about
nothing
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Lace in the fog;
four moths
sneaking out
to the night ball
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Japanese Maple;
my cold toes find
relief
in the sun-drenched duff
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It was bitter cold. The tree shivered, its leaves rustling, whispering in the gloom.
It was a very lonely time of year; Liadian did not like winte..
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Jillian sat under the red leaves of the huge maple that sat in the middle of the field. It was a very peculiar field, because all it contained was a c..
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Very, very choppy. Not sure if I like it or not. Was written for a timed writing prompt, so I don't really have a desire to change it, as experimental..
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Another Transformer's Fanfiction staring Sprocket and Big Bertha. I love those two.
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Ratchet’s Illness
Deep inside, Bertha’s spark was hurting something bad. She was told to report into the Main Earth Autobot Base, which..
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The med bay was completely trashed. There were bubbles everywhere; sticking to the floor, to the beds, to the ceiling…everywhere. When Bertha..
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Ratchet reported what had happened to Optimus, who was eager to meet the two make-shift medics. “That’s real guts,” he said. “..
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For my mother; rest in peace
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