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Paper fluttered across the grass. Pages were whisked up, soaring in loop the loops, then dropped to settle for an instant before the wind caught them again. They scattered like skittish school girls flirting and giggling with the wind till it casually dropped them and sloped off. They were left crushed on the lawn like so many unwanted wrappers. Cecily looked at the limp, abandoned pages, and wished their words could no longer hurt her. 28.06.2016


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Reluctant writer, word dabbler...tea maker, coffee drinker, rum imbiber, chocolate eater.

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  1. Beautiful imagery, beautiful words, beautiful thoughts… Kudos


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