Love, like shards of glass,
with inhibitions, broken,
gleaming in the light.
Linking with RonovanWrites
with inhibitions, broken,
gleaming in the light.
Linking with RonovanWrites
Winter’s Feathered Dance
The onset of winter brings a quiet magic, a stillness that envelops the world and invites us to notice the smaller, gentler moments around u...
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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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He went there. Daily. Unfailingly. His conversations, Candid, Intimate. And why not! He had Inspired That iron-man, ...
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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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