I Knew of a Storyteller

I knew of a storyteller, one of those static type where there is no progression other than a set of dynamics caught mid-motion, with no turn of the tale, the type of storyteller that turned you toward junk in a garage to whisper from behind you, into your ear, telling of humdrum misfit moments that pass us by all the while something more exciting is anticipated yet never comes.

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