Tag: reflection
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FLOWERS
She thought it was a pity he seemed to have decided to agree on everything she had to say, being this quite unlikely shall honesty had been scenting the night. She thought of him as handsome and even dared to imagine herself embraced by that big chest, strong arms and firm hands, the idea of…
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CIBER GIRL
A ciber girl from the new age, she is expected to be. She knows how her electro sensorial wires, devices and appliances attach. From her head and heart all the way down to her feet, the pretty left one and the other one that the set completes. Automated emotions, simple repetitive reactions; the buttons…
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THE WITCHES ARE OUT TONIGHT
Though she knows being on her own is grand, all this beautiful things she gets to do, all this wonderful adventures she gets to go through, still, sometimes, she does notice a slight gentle touch of loneliness sliding from her naked shoulder down to her bare hand and all the way to the tips of…
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RASPBERRY LANE
One, two, three, her rhythms, her routines. She has her habits, her divisions in the fridge, her daily little techniques. Not too fancy to her view, all is quite low key; her coffee, instant powder, to the horror of the ones that happen to pass by. By her room, by her life. The excitement of…
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A DIFFERENT LIFE
You will not hate me tomorrow, were the gentle words served along with the gentle pour of water in the glass next to her other glass, the one filled up with the good stuff. How could I? She thought, unable to refrain from displaying a smile full of satisfaction; it is a grand feeling, indeed,…
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