A Writer's Life

By Awriterslife

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Monday night now means going to the park and watch my literary friends play softball. They are getting better each week. As for me, I sit in the bleachers with the others who, like me, can't or don't want to play.

This is H. I know the picture is blurry, yet I really loved how she looked in this: intense, concentrated. She plays like that as well, she's there to win!

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