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![]() ![]() ![]() I’d driven by the place a dozen times going to and from the hardware store, but I’d never stopped because my idea of a bar doesn’t boast the world’s fluffiest biscuits.īut it was late and I was too tired to drive the thirty miles to Maysville where they had some semblance of civilization. At night when the church-going people were at home reading their Bibles, Toolies broke out the spirits. Breakfast-hot, deep fried, and homemade-could be ordered all day long. Toolies was located on one of the few paved roads running through Durstrand. Writing is my dream, please don’t take that from me.Īnd while it is a labor of love, it’s also work. I live a very minimal life, just so I can afford to do this. When you choose to download or upload and distribute copies of the books I write, you chisel away at my ability to write full-time. I realize I write something similar to the following in almost every book I create, but I ask you again, please don’t download illegal copies or distribute this book in whole or in part by any means, electronically, audibly, or in print, without the writer’s permission. They know not what lies within the layers of our reality. Any similarities between persons living or dead are pure coincidence.Īnyone and everyone who has ever been misunderstood, cast out, or ostracized for simply being who you are.įorgive the ignorant. ![]() In The Absence Of Light Copyright 2015 by Adrienne WilderĪll places, people and events are a product of the writer’s imagination. ![]()
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