Untitled as of nowSomething in the air that day smelled like old flowers. It smelled dusty and wrinkled like an old bride's bouquet, with a twinge of delicate excitement. My skirt ruffled and curled around my ankles on the potpourri wind. I looked around at the wondrous scene before me. The hills tucked and rolled into more and more mountains dotted with yellow flowers like dandelion pollen on a toddler's nose.Untitled as of now
"Momma!" I heard. My head swiveled like a violet on the breeze.
"Yes, pumpkin?" I asked. Her blonde hair danced like cornsilk.
"Momma, can we go hom
LoveFearLove: It's seeing a blue sky and thinking of his eyes. It's feeling the sun and thinking of his hair. It's that feeling of his lips touching your cheek and never really leaving. It's letting him through your ribs and into your being, even though it burns like a scorching branding iron. It's feeling like you can fly over the moon and land on his soft heartbeat. It's letting him go because he can do better and everyday wishing that he would come back to you.LoveFear
Fear: It feels like a stone dropping from your heart to your gut. Colors swirl like a typhoon around your head, making you
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TRANSMISSION OUT.
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Now is not the time for name calling and blame sharing. Now is the time for dismembering the body and distributing the parts equally in dumpsters throughout the city.
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