Feet wander daily,
Burnt by the breath of the sun,
Coarse from the cool sand;
They are bitten by the stone,
But still carry the head home.

Feet wander daily,
Burnt by the breath of the sun,
Coarse from the cool sand;
They are bitten by the stone,
But still carry the head home.

Student remembers 9/11, reacts to recent Churchill lecture
By Stacey R. Hamman

I'm writing a novel... for which I have the premise, I have the introduction, the main characters, the main conflicts ... minus one. I lack ONE thing that will move the novel into completion and I have no idea what that thing is.

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