Folds of Autumn
Folds of Autumn Some seasons arrive softly— in a lingering moon, distant birdsong, and memories that blush across the horizon. And when the ...
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The 12 inch heel, the confident gait, The measured steps, the sudden halt, The blush on cheeks, the smoldering eyes, The hands on h...
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Ripe autumn air’s come to bless. Showering sweet November caress. We could be holding hands and walking, Silent but still talking. ...
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It wasn't the first time. And it would not be the last. She could not stand them suffering like that. She asked for his ...

What a vivid description of such a big decision. You have a clever way with words!
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DeleteLove the images of 'toppling dominoes/shifting sands... and that you end up in a leap of faith. Beautiful, Ruby!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Kymm for your encouraging words
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