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Re: National Novel Writing Month Throwdown
I'm in - here is the first sentence of a short story I may stretch out into novel madness:
The not quite as yet warm spring air wafted into the church loft as the choir sang, the dark night and bright stars outside blanketing the parish in serene security as the dulcet tones of the singers drifted above them |
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