Dialog Tags: The Power of The Unspoken

The floor-to-ceiling glass reflected back the light of the desk lamp, but it melted into the streams of lights that were the motorized pulse of the city far below. “Dialogue,” she said, leaning back in her chair with her fingertips just barely touching, one eyebrow quirked as she studied me with that pin-point gaze, “is […]
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Published on November 06, 2014 06:35
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