Received, Allyson. I'm having computer issues and it won't let me open it, though, so I might not be able to give comments until tomorrow.
Xander ,'Touched'
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OK, got my computer to cooperate. I'll reply soon.
Allyson, backflung.
Allyson, humongously detailed insent. Let me know if it's too much.
And a short one from me, Allyson.
Backflung, but only somewhat. Detail tomorrow.
Thanks, Hil! That was very helpful.
Thanks, Hil! That was very helpful.
Oh, good. I always feel like I'm going too grammar-psycho when beta-reading.
I liked a lot of the imagery you had in there.
It's neat to see all this energy over Allyson's essays.
It took me a bit, but here are my bells.
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Canned bells ring out from a little church in a little town where life is sweet (except for weeds creeping up to buckle the sidewalks, drugs, teen pregnancy and the deaths of children playing with guns).
Bells ring for weddings, great white frosted things with laughing 22 year-old tin-can driving college-graduates who will have 2.5 children and live happily ever after. (Or not.)
Bells don’t ring for me. Father O’Malley won’t tilt his head (to let me know the catch in my breath, this presentiment of doom, is unnecessary), and wink to say everything is well; God watches over all.
Oh, Deena. That one's a stinger.