Parker Owens
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Wow, do I agree with this post! You have no obligation to model 'right' behavior. Unprotected sex isn't morally wrong unless you know you're going to hurt someone else by engaging in it. It's pretty foolish, and most people take precautions. But it's what makes sense to the actual characters that matters. It is a story, after all. Post a warning, if that makes a difference to your readers, but honestly, everyone ought to be able to see it's fiction.
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I hope you are enjoying this short encounter. And if you'd like, you can Google Letchworth State Park (it's a real place) to see what the setting is like. Thanks for finding this little story, and for taking time to comment.
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Thanks for that lovely compliment - that you should want more. There is one more chapter, at least. This was very difficult writing, trying to give voice to Skinny's characters as he would have done. Thanks for reading!
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David and Andy are seen here in a new time, and in better places for each than before. Yet that doesn't mean they aren't still beset by their hurts. It is interesting to see them wary of one another, testing out the possibility of friendship. Thanks for reading and for your comments.
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It's really nice to be allowed this short visit. I am glad Skinny helped to make it happen. And there is one more chapter... thanks so much for reading this.
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An example of Andy's understated way of saying things, I think. Hope this gives you a smile to be back with friends.
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Zander stood. "You guys want to go for a walk, maybe? Stretch out?" Twoey got up. "Can't go far. They'll be here any minute." "You think so? I figure we have ten, fifteen minutes, at least." "Not the way David runs," Twoey said, and I had to laugh. Knowing David, Twoey could have been right. "Come on," I said, "we have a minute or two." Mel rose. "Hey, we're going to stretch for a few. You coming with?" she called over to Terry and Andy. "Sure thing,"
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There is beauty in this dance we chose, for without each, we are neither... These two lines are as beautiful as any poetry written, as loving as any vow. These alone amazing, yet I was already swept on the tide of craving and yearning and trust you created. Truly wonderful, tim.
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Finally, Eric has a tiny bit of stability in his life. He eats. He works. And for once there is an older parent sort of figure he can respect. And he is very concerned about Ambrose Whitley. However, Toby seems like a nice guy, doesn't he? Thank you for picking up this story a second (or third) time, and even more for your very kind and generous comment.
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Thank you, tim. You and I know the songs of traffic. And you never quite know what creatures will appear from the morning mist - sometimes, I think it is like an enchantment. I am very glad you liked these.
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Glad you liked that mixture of imagery and sensory appeals. Somehow, I figured you might like Dawn Encounter. Thank you for reading, and for letting these steep in your mind.
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There are many deer, and we are entering their season. The morning mists lift to reveal them. This was special, though. Thank you.
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Dawn Encounter was quite unexpected and powerful in reality. But there are other encounters - with rabbits, killdeer, raccoons, owls, even. And once, memorably, with a skunk. All quite wonderful.
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To have such creatures appear, then vanish, is magical. How much fun you must have had. Memories and more are companions of the early dawn.
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I am happy these painted scenes in your mind. Thanks for reading them.
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Road Music Highway noises echo down dark morning's valley, braking eighteen wheelers sing of lost things; harried, sleepy-eyed, coffee starved pickups play high C's on concrete, but can't drown out the stars. Dawn Encounter Standing tense in the mist, the tall buck tests the air, waiting for the blood-red scent of danger; subtle eddies shift and dance around him, bearing evil rumors to frighten and dismay.
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Happy Birthday, cheerful wishes, that you're served the finest dishes, though your stomach well might ache if you have that slice of cake. Happy Birthday!
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I am reading A Man Called Ove.
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@Drew Espinosa Gorgeous, Drew!
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Yes, I am drawn to that one, too. It took several tries to get it to start right, as there were a number of false beginnings and dreadful rhyme traps. But once it started, it poured right out...thanks very much for reading these, and for your comments.
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I am all the more grateful to you for reading this, then, even though you are familiar with neither story. @Timothy M. had good advice about where to pick up the thread of A to Z; you can ask him. This was meant to be a pastorale, in contrast to the other, more turbulent main stories. I am glad you got that sense. I hope you will continue with these few chapters, at least. Thanks so much for reading.
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Kitt has spoken wisely. I have written honking great chapters which I unadvisedly chopped in pieces.
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Thank you, Wolf, for your really generous words. Alas, Mom passed away, but peacefully in a quiet place with a garden view a few weeks ago. Your reaction to this poem of observations brings both smiles and tears. Again, thank you.
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Yes, only two more. But I hope these few offer a fair glimpse of new friends and new lives. Your words are so kind, especially as these chapters were difficult to produce. Thank you.
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The gift was Skinny's, as he brought the scene to life as we worked. He left me to complete it. Andy and Zander must be very unusual to Twoey and David, still more to Gary and Mel. Thank you for reading this and commenting!
