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Post by Deleted on Feb 22, 2011 21:27:18 GMT -6
Daylight danced with lengthening shadows along the strand as night pushed slowly down toward the horizon.
Eight hours of waves and sun had washed away the work week, and we collapsed in sandy piles of smiles and salty skin.
Driftwood smoke mingled with misty sea air, the sun teased, then fell into a waiting ocean.
I kissed you for the first time, and when the moon winked from the East, I thought that we might fall in love.
The fire burned down to embers.
I searched for wood to stoke it.
SMG
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Post by Brigid Briton on Feb 22, 2011 21:55:08 GMT -6
Hi Steven, Well, congratulations, you're the first to sign up for the forum. Welcome and thank you for not letting me knock around these echoing halls all by myself! I enjoyed this piece. It was tender and flowed well. The ending was ambiguous enough to lend a bit of mystery. Good job! Brigid
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Post by SweetSilverBird on Feb 24, 2011 3:06:58 GMT -6
Oh, beautiful imagery! I find myself going back to read it again and again just to feel that falling in love feeling that you are expressing so well. Well done.
Deb
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Post by Fire Monkey on Feb 25, 2011 6:57:48 GMT -6
Well written - you have a nice way with words.
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Post by Yolande Villemaire on Feb 28, 2011 5:15:09 GMT -6
Beautiful!
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Post by Reilley on Mar 2, 2011 14:56:24 GMT -6
As always, SMG, you evoke a moment with skill, and we can all recognize that moment happening to us. Great write!
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