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for Rachel with love
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for Rachel with love The ring she twisted on her finger was so thin that it was n longer round but bent and gnarled to fit the shape of her. It was the only thing she had from then; she had worn it for over 50 years since the day it had been placed there, it had never left her body. Odd to think of that day now when her mind should be focused on the minutes, not the years. The silence of the room was unnerving, perhaps that was what was sending her mind spiraling, or the wet scent of copper. Two bending the slimmest birch, laughter, sunshine riding the wind and air, tossed high and wide, bushes breaking their fall, scratched, bloody, triumphant. Oh, to wing a birch again would be grand. She smiled, twisting the ring. Kneeling in the tea colored water, the mud sucking your toes. So many fireflies, you knew faeries were real. Tiniest of hands reaching for the baby frogs, green like no green you’ve ever seen, tipping forward until you fall, covered with the silt, but when you right yourself there are little frogs sitting in your lap like Christmas. The plump squash flowers her gita would fry. Like eating life. She smiled, twisting the ring, the smell of lavender that followed gita, burnt apples when she was angry, a touch of pepper if she was feeling sassy; sometimes grampa would sneeze his way through a whole dinner…. There is so much beauty in the world. Even pain has its beauty. The hours spent bringing new life into the world, the years spent remembering those who have passed over, the struggle to reclaim one’s own self. Twisting the ring, she moved slowly through the room. It ran through her like a glass of cool water…. the thought that loving and being loved are two utterly separate things. In the end, that feeling of the water sliding down your throat? That’s what matters. That’s what we all need. She stopped her dithering, opened the door and stepped into the light.  You cannot conceive the many without the one. |
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I can't work out whether that ring is a sign of empowerment, enslavement, sharedness or maybe something else. I love your writing, damn you!  
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What a very nice tribute to her.. Seduce the mind and see what a wonderful adventure the body will take you on.. 
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That's beautiful my friend... I'm all teared up and smiling at the same time. Thank you. Rachel  Rachel Mae
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Bravo beautiful hugs V Become a blog watcher sweet_vm
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Thank you for sharing your tremendous talent with us. You are a generous and supportive friend. My featured post this week: Pulling Fantasy Sex Out of My Ass.
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A beautifully crafted poem about life. Thank you!!! (Virtual Symposium Group) use Virtual Symposium Group
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SO much beauty in the world. Thank you.
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