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The walk…

Previously posted on August 18th of 2018. She loved these long walks they took, when the weather allowed it. . He had his modest house built in the middle of the woods, ages ago. She never got tired of the scenery, either they headed to the lake shore, up the hill to have a view…… Continue reading The walk…

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A Muse Day…

Previously posted on July 30th of 2018.     Everything was set. The new day could begin. She had opened the shutters, lit the wood oven and put water to boil on the stove. Everyone of her moves was precise and weirdly graceful. A well prepared ballet she had practiced and perfected along the months.…… Continue reading A Muse Day…

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Trouble…

Previously published on February 16th of 2018.   The wind was blowing strongly in the backstreet, whistling through the old windows’ cracks…  But her flat was an oasis in the winter’s cold,  and she knew it. Hundreds of times, she had imagined walking up the stairs, followed by his footsteps, wondering what would happen if…… Continue reading Trouble…

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The player…

Previously posted on July 22nd of 2018.   Let me hum your name like a lovely mantra. With you love is a game and you play like a gangsta’. You play me like a violin, you play me like a cello. I vibrate to the touch of your skilled fingers, and though you always leave…… Continue reading The player…

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Pretty in pink…

Previously posted on August 22nd of 2017.   He had tried to erase the message at least a dozen of times, but he didn’t manage just yet. He couldn’t tell why. It was stupid… Not as if he risked forgetting the four words written on his cell phone’s screen. Still, he gave it another quick…… Continue reading Pretty in pink…

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The peddler…

Previously posted on November 20th of 2016 It was an almost nameless little town, in an almost unknown country-side area. With little houses planted, like trees, far enough away from each other, that two neighbours could have lived their whole life without knowing they even existed, if one had no curiousity. She lived in the…… Continue reading The peddler…

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Cicada song…

Previously posted August 7th, 2016.   She was lying in the tall hay, eyes closed, open minded… What is summer…? It might have slipped from her lips. Or his, had he been there. But she was alone, with her thoughts, resting in the field, her skin offered to the sun. What is summer…? Summer is…… Continue reading Cicada song…