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Message to Readers

no offense, Majestically Awkward Manatee


January 16, 2019


how can you say that echoes are less than voices when they are the ones who spread your message?
thought this when i saw the beginning of Majestically Awkward Manatee's piece, saying "be a voice, not an echo"


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  • Blotted Ink with a Broken Quill

    Contest winners for my short poem contest are out!

    11 months ago
  • rainandsonder

    I mean... wow. This is actually a really good point?
    Also, since you read Part One of My Mother's Smoke Shapes, I thought I'd let you know that Part Two is now up! Don't feel obligated to read it, though, really.

    11 months ago
  • acrosstheskysky

    oH! you have a good point

    11 months ago
  • paperbird

    r.j.elsewhere is right... this is startlingly truthful.

    11 months ago
  • pencils.and.paper.roses


    11 months ago
  • R.j.Elsewhere

    This was so fucking deep and so truthful, it startles the soul.

    11 months ago