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warm night air, the movement of the palms reflected the sway of her hips [Explored 11 Sept 2011]
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sweat beaded, waiting in the still humid night, her thoughts, his hand on her throat...
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she loved the blackness at her door
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yes...but is it art?
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she was mezmerised by the brightness of the sail
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worship
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bare
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dance me in the light in the garden....of unearthly delights
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mmm
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late afternoon light bounced off the pavement outside, the heat dry and oppressive, the cool of the verandah wasn't enough to calm the beat of her heart
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harsh sun blinded her vision..neither seeing ahead nor behind...
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her own self slid away, the anniversary...
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her flight
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she shivered as the cold hit her pale, soft skin. it's getting darker now, not long now, soon it will be done...soon
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she waits, through the wire fence
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she stood gazing at her life fluttering in the breeze and sunshine, as transparent as her pretty afternoon-tea pinny. the sheer cotton ties passed through her hands loosely, she slid them around her waist and bound them to rest in the small of her back.
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and then it was all gone. she saw it slip away, between the sips of coffee passing through her lips, in the instant that she looked at the text cradled in her hand...the last year was gone
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bright shiny things through the iron fence.. she heard the distant tinny music drift from her childhood. she waited, nervous, wanting to run away..
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bring the pieces from the shed
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she lost herself to him
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..pressed her face against the glass..peking duck was almost better off than she!
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she denied that she had ever known him as more than a passing acquaintance, but she knew the way there
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in the dark she heard his footsteps, she knew them like she knew the sound of her own breath...
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can't find a better man, she tells him she loves him
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"where to?"..she couldn't go back..she wouldn't move forward...the small hand slid into hers, soft and sure of its place, pulling her away from her desires.
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love died in the winter sun, sadness in her lost opportunity, she saw that the nineteenth day would never come. never forgotten...kept in her heart
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the other side of the road, wanting to be there...
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gazing, waiting,
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she wanted to walk toward the drama of the light, she craved the brightness, to walk into the white heat and show herself, declare who she was for everyone to know her...only he knew her secrets
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her dreams flew across the fence to the paddock where the grass was always greener... ;-)
