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stargal Senior Member
since 2006-03-06
Posts 1352OR USA |
We sit in our respective high back chairs, six feet from touching. The table is laid with white dishes covered in pink flowers. The curtains are pulled, and the sunlight casts an oblique shadow across the hardwood floor. The aroma of fresh baked bread permeates the house. At a quarter till you slide your chair from the table, and throw down your blue linen napkin. Tomorrow it’ll be the same, and the only words spoken “please pass the salt.” |
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whisperingwalt Member
since 2010-04-29
Posts 240Coquitlam, BC, Canada |
You paint great imagery...It took me a couple of reads to get it...without any real breaks in the words it is very easy to miss your depth of what you are saying..routine can suck if we let it...you made an ordinary interaction not so ordinary...WW |
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stargal Senior Member
since 2006-03-06
Posts 1352OR USA |
WW, Thank you for taking the time to comment. It is always appreciated.  |
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