Here’s what some of those same guinea pigs are saying about Where the Sun Sets:
"Just opened it, and loved the first quote already." (Admittedly, the first line is only five words long.)
"I didn’t have a good day at work yesterday and I found myself reading your story in a corner to get away, it’s great so far! Bay always hated seeing anyone cry. It always made her cry a thousand times harder. She has a special kind of beauty of the soul. The rare kind that absorbs pain from others. . .
Here’s what some of those same guinea pigs are saying about Where the Sun Sets:
"Just opened it, and loved the first quote already." (Admittedly, the first line is only five words long.)
"I didn’t have a good day at work yesterday and I found myself reading your story in a corner to get away, it’s great so far! Bay always hated seeing anyone cry. It always made her cry a thousand times harder. She has a special kind of beauty of the soul. The rare kind that absorbs pain from others. . .
In the universe suddenly restored to its silence, the myriad wondering little voices of the earth rise up.
- Albert Camus, The Myth of Sisyphus
Chapter One
Sunday, June 21, 2015 Dorset, Ontario, Canada 8:43 p.m. eastern time 8,996 sleeps since
I am a changed man. I knew it before I walked through our weather-worn oak door, its original storm cover rusted and removed years ago. (It doesn’t rain enough here to warrant buying another, I remember t. . .
In the universe suddenly restored to its silence, the myriad wondering little voices of the earth rise up.
- Albert Camus, The Myth of Sisyphus
Chapter One
Sunday, June 21, 2015 Dorset, Ontario, Canada 8:43 p.m. eastern time 8,996 sleeps since
I am a changed man. I knew it before I walked through our weather-worn oak door, its original storm cover rusted and removed years ago. (It doesn’t rain enough here to warrant buying another, I remember t. . .
