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The writing is coming together.
Or maybe I should say the writing is coming apart.
A manuscript completed a couple or so years ago is being dissembled. Is being separated back into parts, into literary bite-sized pieces and reworked.
Edited.
Rewritten.
Snipped and chopped and reworked again.
Bit by bit by bite by byte. Straggled pieces of one thread which were woven with two more, separated. pulled out to stand alone. And another. And another.
The story. Coming apart. Re-visioning.
Pieces.
Which make up a story. Of a life.
One word at a time.
One sentence.
The whole.
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