A Destination Needs A Dreamer
Gatlin heard the violin every evening on the commute back from work. Wending between warm rushing bodies on the subway, eyes forward, bag clasped protectively at her side, she drank it in at the same time as she didn't slow. It was probably the best part of her day. The shivering strains crescendoed and collapsed, tugging at something in her core. She'd never seen the violinist, but whoever he was, he was clearly a master, clearly professionally trained. The music always seemed to be coming from somewhere further down the track, around a bend, just out of eyeshot. She'd come to think fancifully that it was something only she could hear. She’d come to think of it as her future, calling.
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That's great, Mike. Congrats
Awesome accomplishments!!! Congratulations, Mike!!!❤️❤️💕
Wow... I told my son how I make a joke about my top stories making $5.00. He said, "You may have to start writing somewhere else!" I love my children. They are all doing well. I am here to learn to write. I am not there yet. I know that. I am better than when I first arrived. Congrats on your reads. Top story gets me a few more reads but I won't live long enough to get to fifty thousand reads Mike! So I won't make $300. here! Congratulations to you for all that you do and all the support you give. And know that I love your music and your art that goes along with your writing!🥰😊💕❤️
Wooohooooo congratulations on hitting 50,000 reads! 🎉💖🎊🎉💖🎊