The other morning I was driving into Portland (Maine) early, and a seagull flew low over my car, calling out in that distinctive seagull call (“kark! kark!”) and, as I usually do when a seagull does this, I thought of Dorson Plourde. And that, right there, is the magic of writing.
Emotional Transference
Emotional Transference
Emotional Transference
The other morning I was driving into Portland (Maine) early, and a seagull flew low over my car, calling out in that distinctive seagull call (“kark! kark!”) and, as I usually do when a seagull does this, I thought of Dorson Plourde. And that, right there, is the magic of writing.