It wasn't the building that mattered, after all. It was just bricks and mortar. The real home of the JSA was wherever it's members were, past or present, or even future. The rest didn't matter. Well said. :)
He was apparently feeling talkative tonight, as all evening Pieter's ears had been full of hoots and the sound of flapping wings. Talkative Charlie – That sounds nice. :)
It had been a long night, but he knew he wasn't the only one awake and working. Smile increasing, Pieter went in search of Michael. I liked the smile. :)
After a while, he wondered who he was trying to convince more - those around him, or himself. Red on his hands. Pieter didn't think that it would ever come off. Poor Pieter. This last story was heartbreaking.
Wonderfully written! I enjoyed reading this. Thanks for sharing. :) LS.
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Well said. :)
He was apparently feeling talkative tonight, as all evening Pieter's ears had been full of hoots and the sound of flapping wings.
Talkative Charlie – That sounds nice. :)
It had been a long night, but he knew he wasn't the only one awake and working. Smile increasing, Pieter went in search of Michael.
I liked the smile. :)
After a while, he wondered who he was trying to convince more - those around him, or himself.
Red on his hands. Pieter didn't think that it would ever come off.
Poor Pieter. This last story was heartbreaking.
Wonderfully written! I enjoyed reading this. Thanks for sharing. :)
LS.