Tale (…)
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Carriage
A gesture of hand in chivalry, “whenever you’re ready, milady.” He walked to the passenger side of the vehicle and opened her door. Only when it was fitting or natural. They were independent, not always doing things for one another, but when they did it was always appreciated. Sometimes they played with each other, pretending…
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Permission
There is a quality of grace in waiting, satisfaction achieved through diligence and patience, wings blooming from cocoon in transformation. Sometimes it is an act of instinct. Sometimes it is a desire, for something later to come. That no matter where it may go- despite the prestige that may be reached, the artistry conceived, the…
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Morning
Her father had words of wisdom. “You always have a choice, darling… It’s just whether or not you choose to see it.” For love is that which enables choice, always stronger than fear. She was wearing a loose sweatshirt barely covering her inviting lingerie, loose enough to reveal one side of her shoulder and hiding…
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Painting
A note laid on the table, the handwriting was neat, looking perfect, must’ve been written by a girl. She stopped by the flower market to pick an arrangement of florals that morning, it was a modern storefront. As she entered, a fresh delicately innocuous air of freshly-cut blooms was about. Metal buckets brimming with a…
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Sunday
Did you know the days of the week are named after celestial bodies and Germanic gods? Saturday, Sunday and Monday after Saturn, the Sun, and the Moon, and Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday, after Tiw, Woden, Thor, And Freya. It was a lazy Sunday morning. The feel of sleepily waking up and walking out of…
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Library
A mysterious library of books, sliding across endless array of shelves on a wooden ladder. The transition of time between a multitude of stories and the whispers of a turning page. Shh… She was studious, sophisticated, intelligent. In how she went about, how she spoke, her attire. Astute. Her smile giving off a kiss. Beauty…
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Sentiments
“My father always told me- that if something was ever in the heart, be willing to let it part”, her voice softened. “Even though it’s been years since my mother passed, I know he still thinks about her.” She picked off the segments piece by piece. A scene of seeds dispersing among a gentle breeze.…
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Fibonacci
When bees store honey, the crystallizations creating a hexagonal shape of a honeycomb. Deliberation in the structure of habitat to an ideal design accepted for the efficiency of storage. But what simply a natural coincidence of nature’s beauty? Through the storage in volume of golden liquid in the natural shape that forms, a circle. And…
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Skies
They laid on a blanket in the grass, watching clouds passing, speaking whatever came to mind. “There are 4 types of clouds, sweetie. All of which derive from Latin words.” “Cirro for hairlike curl, Strato like a layer of blanket. Cumulo, a heap of fluffy cotton ball. Alto for the middle. And nimbus, when they…
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Chrysalism
I have a theory to life… A theory that is one of a vast endless array, to which we have our choosing. Would that be of interest, for however long it may last? Where life begins and ends, encircling the finding and losing of one another. May you desire in the taking of hand, and…
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Storm
They sat on the porch of hanging flowers talking and gazing into the distance. Lightning flashing across the sky. Thunder that struck upon the landscape horizon. High tide rushing against the sand and shore. A deafening roar, as life scurries in all directions from fear. Struck. Descending and lifeless. Against the earth, without a hold…
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Constellation
The stars in the skies was a wonder to behold, shooting an array of lights across the night sky. The moon, but just, a company of many. Twinkles of light, that inched further and further away, a wrinkle in time. Yes, that was a Disney reference, never saw that film though. They sat on their…
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[(1+ √5)/2]
“I don’t think.” She stopped him, “don’t think”. The sun was shining through his window. He woke up. Half awake, he turned over and the other side of the bed was empty. She was gone, left without notice. He wondered if she was actually there. Was it a dream? If it was, why did he…
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Sunset
The gentle breeze of the shores were relaxing and enveloping. It was a quiet and calm evening walk, as curious sniffing paws created a playful energy. There was someone gently singing a distance away. Her tone was in perfect harmony with the early eve of setting sun. A moment to be awakened momentarily, wonders to…
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Sediments
Calm tides were moving that evening, steady tones that washed towards and away. Particles of sand leaving imprints of footprints in the steps taken. Laughter and chatter of people heard about in the background. The sun was just about setting, intense tones of saffron, crimson, and burgundy in display. As sounds of sediments skid across…
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Seaglass
There’s an old myth about where sea glass originated. The story began when a sailor was lost at sea amidst a storm, large waves, rain, and thunder, erupted and endangered his ship. Bows beginning to flood with gushing water and heavy rain. It was an S.O.S, save our ship. A mermaid who loved this sailor…
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Beach
The scent of salty air was in the atmosphere, sprays of sunscreen against the glow of sun kissed skin, and memories of endless summer days. White swans gawking, floating gingerly across the edges of water. Leaves by falling leaves, refracting a transparency of symmetry. But this was the other side of the glistening lake, the…
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Waves
“Hey” “Hey yourself” He kisses her in greeting. Reaching down to her hand, kissing it. Pushing her away, pulling her towards. Dipping her down and spinning her around, in a twirl. The most perfect moments in life, don’t need to be said, don’t need words, but merely in the moment passing. For the beauty lies…
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Seashells
There is a reverie that the sounds of the ocean, is contained in the depths of a seashell. A beautiful lore of an enchanting fantasy, but the resonance is actually in fact, the attenuation of the surrounding environment. Similarity of frequencies between the movements of the ocean and those of airflow. The waves of the…
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Towel
The outdoor showers were running, doors swinging open and shut, splashes of puddles on the bare concrete. A refreshing coolness contrasting the blaring hot sun, evaporating the water marks left behind. Barefoot feet drawing footprints across the pavement. An affluent, luxurious, and relaxing escape. “If you wrap the towel around your body, one edge touching…
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Sand
Specks of sand intertwine with organic minerals washing onto the shore. Beautifully soft, grain by hourglass grain onto the earth and land. White birds in flight across the magnificent landscape we call the sky. A young girl chasing and escaping the touches of the tides approaching and receding. Summer ran over to her parents, and…
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Tides
She was playing with her hair, twirling strands with her fingertips. As he walked up to greet her, she looked over, and smile. To which, he couldn’t help, but just smile back. They sat next to each other that evening, it was later than usual. The sun was just setting, the tides calm, gently landing…
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Horizon
“I don’t think…” “Don’t think” Sometimes he was there. Sometimes he wasn’t. She would simply draw a line in the sand. “I don’t like that,” she would say, and he can choose whether or not to step across. Her hopes was that he would not. He may tease and play. But he knew her limits,…
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Bottle
“How do I know if I’ll see you again?” “You won’t” A playing wink. What if contact information was never shared? No point of connection. What a way to live. Never knowing if the spark will rekindle. Maybe that’s the excitement to it. The not knowing. If the figure is there the next time around.…
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Prologue
There’s something beautiful about waiting for someone, walking into the experience. A trust of what you dreamed it to be, a strive for everything you wanted it to be. It’s a beautiful sight. Sometimes you get to a part of your life, and you just never want to leave… I’ll know when that is if…
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Foreword
Though it may not be standard, a suggestion is to read the pages individually. A momentary departure of distance before venturing; letting words and scenes echo in the portrayed experience. The premise encompasses possibilities about life/ death and the possible journey we may embark on. Natures and locations that we may find ourselves in. From…
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Summary
Summer is a country girl that never committed to anything. She lived for the moment and was always up for an adventure. John is a city boy who has a nature for being romantic. But one way or another, he never fell in love. When John arrived at a town by the sea, the two…
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Dedication
In memory
© Farewell love