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a film & music mood — by Cloie Wyatt Taylor **SOUND ON**
The girl did not go to the water’s edge, but stood a good distance back. Patiently. Quietly. Waiting. For what? She was unclear, however, she knew that something was coming. A distant thumping told her that the monster wasn’t far off, but it felt safe enough for her to relax. For a moment.
Read moreLike any good stalker, my inner saboteur started following me to auditions, to meetings, to performances. It became the voice before any leap of faith, whispering at me, questioning whether or not I could stick a landing. All under the guise of safety or protection — she’s sneaky like that.
Read moreThis light existed at all times of day, taunting me — not helping traffic, I think it caused more. During the churching hour, during the sinning hour. Cars go by - left to right. Right to left.
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