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Blue notes fill the air,
Saxophone wailing softly
Dollars fill my case.
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Gwen Urbain
Gwen is a college freshman majoring in Music Composition. She enjoys writing music and sees a connection between music and writing as being critical to life. She enjoys writing as a pastime and hopes to publish a fantasy series one day.
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Off the Book
It ended like every other stupid idea. Badly, and alone. I’m researching digital confession ethics, he said. A tech ethicist. He gestured at floating data I couldn’t see then pulled out a physical notebook. Actual paper, fountain pen. He held it up like he was showing me scripture.
By Nicky Frankly6 days ago in Fiction
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This poem was "music to my ears"