Saturday, July 23, 2022

Nightfall by Taylor Dibbert

Don’t,
Make,
Him,
A,
Drink,
Pass,
Him,
The,
Bottle,
The,
Night,
Is,
Coming,
For,
Him,
And,
Everyone.



Taylor Dibbert is a widely published writer and journalist. He’s author of the Peace Corps memoir “Fiesta of Sunset,” and is seeking representation for his first novel.


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