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| | | | | (written March 2024) Photo by NEOSiAM 2024+ on Pexels.com My body craves release fromwinter's harshsting, for though it is spring,the cold air still chillsmy bones.Bathe me in sunlight so I canfeel its warm embraceon my skin.And, as golden rays caress me,I shall drown in an ocean of bliss. Copyright © 2024 Ephemeral EncountersAll Rights Reserved | |
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| | | | | This is the twenty-first part of a fiction serial, in 797 words. While they were eating that night, Gwen was chatty. The food was really good, and Jenny had her first ever taste of wine. It was sharper than the fruit drinks she had been used to, but she immediately noticed how it relaxed her.... | |
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| | | | | Maturity is for the old at heart. | |
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