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*** It was a fine job of acting how the soft brush of her hand felt accidental, how it found my thigh while we sat cross-..

*** Only when I wake do my dreams begin to stimulate my hands the nonsensical sense of a brown woolen comforter ..

*** Once more around the Monopoly board, and of course you’re bored; it's hard to take a victory lap when you're the top h..

*** Sleep, full-billowed sail propelled by fevered winds runs aground on a rounded porcelain reef, ..

*** This morning, the windowsill full of newborn petunias, silent bits of palest green erupted from the dead soil bringing..

*** The casts are to establish the pattern, sunny side of the cypress stumps first then the shaded side, slow retrieval, next just a..

*** The warm-blooded creatures are frightened; it becomes obvious when they speak when they promote a magic protector and gather, bir..

*** The dark-skinned avocados don't appear to match the other fruit in the basket, the orange mandarins, the one green mango, a..

*** The elm tree stands dividedbetweenwindward and leeward sides between sunlight and the shaded;the sunlitside is aliveand swirlinglik..

*** The salted rim is an invitation, and a salutation from liquid madness, and a golden globe of glass filled with its amber-colored..