Hark! The rhythm
Hark! The rhythm. The pellet drum rattles. The dance begins. The creation, the annihilation, the fleeing in-betweens, and beyond these appar...
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The sun was nearly gone. So were the last of his passengers. That was what he thought. Driving the cab at snail-pace through city’s traffi...
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He went there. Daily. Unfailingly. His conversations, Candid, Intimate. And why not! He had Inspired That iron-man, ...
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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...
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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