I learned never to empty the well of my writing, but always to stop when there was still something there in the deep part of the well, and let it refill at night from the springs that fed it. (place) by rosetinted

once upon a time there was a girl who ran barefoot across glass and got raspberry stickers in her feet

once upon a time there was a girl in a railroad house with broken glass from christmas in her toes

once upon a time the trains ran all night and the girl spun circles in between apple trees and empty streets

once upon a time there was a girl and the concrete steps and the world

once upon a time she fell asleep on the four bus

when the story ended, she woke up again

once upon a time there was a girl

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February 14, 2008

I learned never to empty the well of my writing, but always to stop when there was still something there in the deep part of the well, and let it refill at night from the springs that fed it. (place)