Happy Nanowrimo

Hope everyone is enjoying Nanowrimo.  It’s almost the halfway point. Here’s a little excerpt from the novel I’ve been working on:

Death was born somewhere in myths much as humanity is/was/will continue to be.  Form was given to state; something to own endings.  A person(a) to bargain with.  From disparate/desperation manifestation arose for negotiation.  Frailty begs always to be given more chances to evade breakage.  Cycles pierced are convinced that prick is part of completion.


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