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Read MoreFierce gusts of icy sleet sheared their faces.Behind them, deep red footprints in the snow.A grey man carried a body, hollow of air, she was dusted in cherry flakes of snow.A glacial tear had wandered down her stiff cheek...
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Read MoreDear death,I cannot shun the premonition that you'll be coming to my side soon. If it is so, please grant those that I care about a long life. Life, what a surreal thing. I've long come to the belief...
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Read MoreThe sun had reigned throughout summer’s dusking day. Windy it was as it raked through the grass needles carpeting the graves, save one with the scent of fresh turned earth. The occasional clouds dancing with the sun...
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This gave me the chills.
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Read MoreAugust 13, 1788 Mon Cher Donatien I love that your name means "Gift." For that is what you are to me. Not given to me by that god I...
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I love this story.
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This is sensual beauty of the highest order, my friend. You take the scene and fly with it into the heavens. Love especially how you wrote of the respect he gives his sub, not hostile or arrogant but rather a piousness. Loved that ending. You write the scene with the delicately poetic brushstrokes of a true poet priestess.
John
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