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Tomorrow


     It's tomorrow.

     The winners will be announced tomorrow.

      We got this.  We're calm.

     Very calm.

     So calm we can hear our hearts pounding.

     It's tomorrow.

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  1. Tracey DyckMarch 30, 2018 at 6:22 AM

    O.O
    "So calm we can hear our hearts pounding." Yep. Pretty much. I spontaneously decided to speed-read my entry last night. *groans* I'm reminded of all the parts I'm unsatisfied with AND all the parts I love!

    Can't wait to party on Saturday!

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    1. Esther Brooksmith (wisdomcreates)March 30, 2018 at 6:33 AM

      I have a feeling the same thing would happen if I were to read through mine. I pulled it up on my computer to pull out a snippet to share in an "interview." And the little page that I read was like that for me.

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  2. Savannah GraceMarch 30, 2018 at 1:47 PM

    I'm just over hear quietly dying, don't mind me ;D

    ~ Savannah | Scattered Scribblings

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    1. Esther Brooksmith (wisdomcreates)March 31, 2018 at 10:06 AM

      Hahahaha! Don't die on me yet, girl! We've got to see our stories through to completion, wherever that takes us!

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  3. Skye HoffertMarch 30, 2018 at 2:50 PM

    That picture sums everything up perfectly! The anticipation!

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