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(My inscription from the beginning of my first journal:)
Being the retelling of actual events in the life of Maya L. Landman with certain poetic license taken in the telling of events in poem, short story, or song.
Some events may be describes as would scenes in a play, narrated in the second or third person and without any or prominent storyline.
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July 6, 1998 Midnight
She remembered dinner, but mere hours before. She'd smiled and spoken, but somehow she'd only been acting. Now she felt but a shadow of her old, past, self. She had changed. What was still to be seen was if anyone would notice.
Some events may be describes as would scenes in a play, narrated in the second or third person and without any or prominent storyline.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
July 6, 1998 Midnight
She remembered dinner, but mere hours before. She'd smiled and spoken, but somehow she'd only been acting. Now she felt but a shadow of her old, past, self. She had changed. What was still to be seen was if anyone would notice.
