Tag: Prose
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All I Have to Do
In the silken silence of a sultry evening when thoughts drift in the flames of a fire pit to times long ago the tears of tonight remember the dance of the butterfly is over and the flower-filled meadows no longer play a love song for me…
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Shards of Memory
It was a cold Thursday night when my thoughts crashed out of my head. He listened as we sat drinking milky coffee in the dark…
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That Day
Something was weighing on her mind that day when I asked her how she was doing as I came in from work and the sweet natured girl I knew with her smile of delight just wasn’t there…