I feel you in the whisper of air along the bare length of me. I hear you in the creak of the bedsprings, the hollow smack of the headboard against the wall. The memory of you is loudest with my eyes closed.
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Always…the memory are always loudest then.
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This is spectacular!
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You nailed it. Memories can be deafeningly painful. Really nice write!
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wow, there’s a lot going on there!
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Hi Guapo! Thanks for swinging by. 🙂 I just realized you have a new blog and plan to check it out! Any chance I can convince you to come hang out on the gargleblaster grid at yeah write sometime? It’s only 42 words……. 🙂
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I’ve checked out their site, but it didn’t seem like it was for me.
I do like reading some of the entries though!
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Yeah, it’s not for everyone. 🙂 But I’m glad you’re reading! Voting happens on Thursdays, btw. Three votes per grid. Just sayin’. *grin*
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Ohhhhhhhh! Remembering is always bittersweet, at least it is to me (and your writing hit the nail precisely). This was fantastic, Christine!
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I’m not sure if I would envy or pity anyone who can’t relate to the bittersweet beauty here. Perfect words are perfect, Christine, I love this.
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Something smacks of winning here! This was the best. Tell me this was something you worked over and over again in your brain and on paper. Otherwise, you are simply a genius.
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This is so ghostly and so beautiful–I love it!
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Love the title leading in, and that fabulous first sentence. Beautiful imagery.
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So bittersweet and beautiful, Christine!
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I think you’re a genius either way! This was so so vivid as an emotion and a sensation – I could feel the lump in my throat and the constriction in my heart. The hollow smack. Wow.
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So sensual. Such a beautiful evocation.
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Love the confessional second person here, Christine. I think your entry could be the epilogue to Arden’s.
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