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lunas-online.com
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| | | | | William BerezaonUnsplash The red-headed writer (aka la Raconteuse) dashed down from her apartment (all six floors), then trotted across a couple of roads to get to the Six-Sentence-Café-and-Bistro; she was about to enter the establishment, and she was sure she could smell the particular aroma of a cigar... she smiled... a lot. La Raconteuse scanned... | |
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frankhubeny.blog
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| | | | | After I stood to say goodbye to Lou and the tall, thin man walked him to the door, I sat down to finish my coffee noticing that the quiet hours were beginning when the Gatekeeper would play music outside the Six Sentence Cafe & Bistro. Thinking of that new dancer, Holli Spirit, at Lou's club... | |
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lunas-online.com
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| | | | | William BerezaonUnsplash "It's all very well," muttered the red-headed writer (aka la Raconteuse), as she continued to stare at the wonderful vista for a while, then turned to little Moxie, and said, "it's not real, is it... there's no ocean by the roof top garden, it can't be that." "Aha, you're right," as Moxie began... | |
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prolificpulse.blog
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| | | Photo by Castorly Stock on Pexels.com Reclaiming Twisting jeweled cuffs over knuckles, silky knot loosely skimming cleavage. Gathering, clasping silver sparkled strands, gracefully dabbing her beaded forehead. Scrutinizing mirrored reflections, slipping into glistening peds, then rising. Grasping cool marble, steadying her walker. Gliding slowly, halting, gasping. Long estranged, eyes locked, sparks of youth flaming as... | ||
