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    Dear author, thank you SO MUCH for this awesome story!

    It seemed only natural that two of Springsteen's narrators meet.
    YES! I love that they do. Even the names make me happy...Joe Groves! And the title, too.

    I think my favorite aspect of the story is how there's this intense foreboding threaded all through it and yet, when I read the final line, I’ll hurl myself at the horizon first., I believe it!

    "You’re standing around, drinking beers and throwing them at the horizon, and you think nothing’s ever gonna get hurled back at you...You stupid kids are all the same."
    For me, that was the turning point in Harvey's character in the story, because, for better or worse, he could've ignored what Groves (And Joe, he reminds me of a sentinel, out there, posted under the bridge. Like maybe the voices target one person and will leave everyone else in town alone as long as they've got that.) told him...but instead he listened, which reminds me of something I see underneath a lot of Bruce's stories, this feeling that we're all hunted, haunted, by something or someone, and we might be better off if we just admit that. MIGHT be, right? And that tension between despair and triumph (even if it's only because one's resisting the despair), that perpetual ambivalence, is so DELICIOUS. (Yes, this fic is YUMMY!) I will be wondering for a long time about how Harvey's story might end.

    Thank you so much, again, for this wonderful story. And happy holidays to you, too!

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    1. Quote from Caroline in the City about feedback.

      Oh, my gosh! I'm so glad you liked it! ;^; It was a fun story to write, because while "The Promised Land" is my favourite Springsteen song, I don't listen to "Darkness on the Edge of Town" a lot normally. And listening to the latter brought me to the former, and suddenly, story!

      I feel like you and I are on similar wavelengths regarding Springsteen's lyrics. There's such a sense of the walls closing in on you, I think--and sometimes the narrators know it, and sometimes they don't. And worse, sometimes they aren't sure whether they want to admit that they know it. (I get that sense with Mary and the narrator in "The River"--speaking of Springsteen songs that require fic, omg.) There's that halo of safety that one might have in a small town, ringed by the danger of the encroaching unknown...but do you want to sacrifice your freedom and happiness for that safety? It's a hard balance, and I think it makes for characters with fascinating inner and outer conflicts.

      Thank you for such a kind comment! ♥ Augh, I'm so glad you liked this story.

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