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There always seems to be a battle, somewhere. Even if it's an internal one. This one is, and yet is not.
Yoda I am tonight.
Also, I screwed up my metrics the other day, I realized. The counts were off. I've fixed them in my spreadsheet.
Starting Count: 95007
Ending Count: 95703
Net Gain: +696
Current Word YTD count: 3059
Starting line:
But why was she here now? And where were the others? There was only one Horse on the knoll.
Ending line:
The question stopped Sylvia, and she blinked. How could she stop them? There was Power here, of course, but she needed to direct it, and there was nothing that sprang immediately to mind. As she stood there, her arms raised and her brow wrinkled in confusion, a cry went up, distracting her.
Darling:
Sunlight flared and then died, plunged into a dark night illuminated by a blood-red moon that hung, bloated, over the scene.
Yoda I am tonight.
Also, I screwed up my metrics the other day, I realized. The counts were off. I've fixed them in my spreadsheet.
Starting Count: 95007
Ending Count: 95703
Net Gain: +696
Current Word YTD count: 3059
Starting line:
But why was she here now? And where were the others? There was only one Horse on the knoll.
Ending line:
The question stopped Sylvia, and she blinked. How could she stop them? There was Power here, of course, but she needed to direct it, and there was nothing that sprang immediately to mind. As she stood there, her arms raised and her brow wrinkled in confusion, a cry went up, distracting her.
Darling:
Sunlight flared and then died, plunged into a dark night illuminated by a blood-red moon that hung, bloated, over the scene.
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