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by **Venom** » 10/7/2003, 12:04 pm

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by **Axtech** » 10/7/2003, 1:33 pm

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by **clumsychild_** » 10/7/2003, 2:02 pm

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by **trentm32** » 10/8/2003, 3:48 pm

by trentm32 » 10/8/2003, 3:48 pm

"When looking up there, I just felt whole, like I belonged. Like one day I too would shine my most brilliant. Sitting there also made me think about sitting through services at my little country church back home. About that never-changing congregation of the same sixty-seven people and everyone has known you since before you were born. Now, out here in the real world, everything just seemed more vivid than when I used to sit in that little pew. That pew that was now so, so far away from where I was. I feared I had somehow left God behind there, too. I feared he was somehow just sitting there, saving my seat on the fifth pew from the front row, just waiting on me to come back. I left so quickly, I worried that he may not have noticed I was gone. And, now, I’m just too far away to find. So he’s just sitting there, patiently waiting on me to come back. I closed my eyes and prayed a moment. I hoped more than anything that he could still hear me." -an excerpt from my novella, A Sea of Fallen Leaves.

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by **Axtech** » 10/8/2003, 5:10 pm

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