Dangerous Counting


Forty-two words fall from my muse, landing like raindrops in the soft white glow of my laptop. But danger lurks, the count must be exact if I want to play. When forty-two words puddle on my screen I must stop the rain.


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24 thoughts on “Dangerous Counting

    • I’ve been thinking about things puddling around my feet for a while now. Emotions, words, things other than water. Then as if by magic this ultimate question about rain came up. You might see this idea explored some more if you read regularly.

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    • I’m going to have to research that Nate. I have been reading the buzz in the coffeehouse but I haven’t studied it yet. Maybe I’ll try it soon.

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