The Warmth of Sair
A quiet Sair/Sajja remembrance woven through steaming festive foods, walnut harvests, autumn prayers, and the tender blessings of elders—cap...
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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 was her umpteenth shift in that cramped bus on a Monday morning. She had hoped to avoid the digging arms and elbows. But to no avail. ...
Ah, nicely done!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Grace
DeleteLove her walking in with another suit!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Kymm
DeleteNice job, Ruby! It's a great little story, start to finish.
ReplyDeleteThank you Christine for your encouragement
DeleteThank you so much for your kind words Jo
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