He drew circles in the condensation at the bar and turned over dichotomies in his mind, man and wolf, lover and friend, dead and alive. He had spent too long in the inbetweens, too long denying the existence of the extremes.
Dear God. Your writing is so poetic, and so haunting. I love this, love.
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He drew circles in the condensation at the bar and turned over dichotomies in his mind, man and wolf, lover and friend, dead and alive. He had spent too long in the inbetweens, too long denying the existence of the extremes.
Dear God. Your writing is so poetic, and so haunting. I love this, love.