If so, that happened tonight when I neared the end of a short story I added to the Writer's Pad. It reminded me of when I literally watched my grandfather dying, like he did almost two years ago. Other than that, I haven't cried when reading a story more than maybe my eyes growing moist.


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Illusions fall like the husk of a fruit, one after another, and the fruit is experience. - Narrator, Sylvie

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