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Whisper…

. I whisper A whisper… I sigh A sigh… A lovely Love letter Breathed To your ear in your sleep. I hand-wrap Cheek-blushing promises, Of a funfair Roller-coaster life. The ball Is now on your side, Love… Do you really wish To die without Knowing What that would have felt like?

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Climbing… (April 16th FFF)

I was invited (well, not personally, but still…) to join the Fandango’s Friday Flashback! Fandango scrolls back, every Friday, and gives a second chance to a post he had published on the same date, years before. I thought it was a great way to remember some of the stuff I did a while back, and I…… Continue reading Climbing… (April 16th FFF)

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Windy morning… (December 27th FFF)

I was invited (well, not personally, but still…) to join the Fandango’s Friday Flashback! Fandango scrolls back, every Friday, and gives a second chance to a post he had published on the same date the year before. I thought it was a great way to remember some of the stuff I did a while back, and I decided to participate… So…… Continue reading Windy morning… (December 27th FFF)

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Climbing…

via Daily Prompt: Climbing   My Dear, I went hiking the other day. Alone. I followed your footprints, engraved in the rock, followed the path, you had walked so long ago. Looking for traces of your past, left innocently along the road… Remains of the man you were becoming, souvenirs of the boy that is…… Continue reading Climbing…

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Windy morning…

  The winds had awakened her early… “Go back to bed, honey” he would have told her, or would he? She wandered in the house, while the freshly made coffee filled the rooms with its comforting smell. She couldn’t get decided to turn on the tv, or the radio. She just enjoyed the silence that…… Continue reading Windy morning…

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Brave enough…

    Curled up in the big wing chair by the window, she picked up the letter that rested on the coffee table…  Wrapped in a warm blanket, she unfolded it, and read the words slowly, imagining his hand trembling over the piece of paper…          My dear, As I sit here, locked…… Continue reading Brave enough…