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Dreaming, always dreamingof shimmering turquoise ocean wavessparkling at dusk,singing to me, to us: rush-sush, rush-sush.Hear our wedding song?Sensual sea spray leans in to kiss the sand.Even as night envelops us,I reach into the heavenspull a star from the bowl of scintillating darknesswrite my name and yours in golden lettersand flingContinue Reading

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She looked up from her book, her eyes pulled like a magnet to the red-feathered black fedora.Grandpa had worn a dark gray one, much the same. She smiled and looked back to her story but she had lost her taste for its banality in contrast to the memory of Grandpa’sContinue Reading