tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171487865623213768.post1549144010431817485..comments2024-03-29T05:15:20.833-04:00Comments on The Storialist: FamiliarHannah Stephensonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15792203070774504501noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171487865623213768.post-41392534845037236012010-07-29T12:53:20.091-04:002010-07-29T12:53:20.091-04:00Where do you get these pictures?
The world thinks...Where <em>do</em> you get these pictures?<br /><br />The world thinks writers hate and fear each other (probably out of jealousy). This intelligent poem reveals the secret: writers genuinely like other writers.<br /><br />The juxtaposition of the picture adds a spookier vibe, and I can't help thinking of <em>The Golden Compass</em>.WAShttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10403669322174979974noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171487865623213768.post-14927978167728998932010-07-29T11:34:36.773-04:002010-07-29T11:34:36.773-04:00Observing, reflecting. Yes.Observing, reflecting. Yes.Susan Tinerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11900811284963063686noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171487865623213768.post-83468505938981338082010-07-29T10:20:57.640-04:002010-07-29T10:20:57.640-04:00Each other's authors... so very true. Graduall...Each other's authors... so very true. Gradually rewriting each other's existences, making it better by the very fact of being there.Abbyhttp://lovedfromthestart.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.com