Nineteen sixty three,
Our Camelot has perished-
Eternal flames rise.
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J. S. Wade
Since reading Tolkien in Middle school, I have been fascinated with creating, reading, and hearing art through story’s and music. I am a perpetual student of writing and life.
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Gatlin heard the violin every evening on the commute back from work. Wending between warm rushing bodies on the subway, eyes forward, bag clasped protectively at her side, she drank it in at the same time as she didn't slow. It was probably the best part of her day. The shivering strains crescendoed and collapsed, tugging at something in her core. She'd never seen the violinist, but whoever he was, he was clearly a master, clearly professionally trained. The music always seemed to be coming from somewhere further down the track, around a bend, just out of eyeshot. She'd come to think fancifully that it was something only she could hear. She’d come to think of it as her future, calling.
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My mother nearly collapsed when she heard of his death,
All we can do is wonder what might have been. No offence to Johnson or Nixon after him but...
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Interesting take on the challenge. Got me reflecting!
Awesome!!! Left a 💖
I remember it well, great words
Impressive! and very thought provoking. Definitely left a heart.
Yes indeed. Very nicely done.
So much said in three lines about one of the greatest ♥️
Camelot - a famous description of his presidency- says it all
Yes!! The title says it all.
10 words that have such powerful impact. Well done, Scott! This is sublime!
Very sad and true 😔