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Chidozie Nwobilor (he/him)

  1. Day

    The gray dawn on the mountain top
    Is slow to pass away.
    Still lays him by in sluggish dreams,
    The golden God of day.
    And then a light along the hills,
    Your laughter silvery gay;
    The Sun God wakes, a bluebird trills,
    You come and it is day

  2. My spouse just bought from the local bookstore and I thought "damn that book is thick!" Turns out reading ebooks skews you're impression of how long books are

    In other news, the latest book in my series just passed 150k words. I'm so glad i split it out