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...
Nice play on "spirits." :)
ReplyDeleteThank you Jennifer. I am glad you like it
DeleteWhat Jennifer said. And that empty bottle! Nice going, Ruby!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Kymm for such positive words
DeleteHow quickly that bottle emptied, before you even knew what hit! ♥
ReplyDeleteThat is the way of things Kathy. The bottles usually empty that fast. Thank you for that little heart. It made my day.
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