Dream (excerpt from story)

That night Adeline drempt of white petals scattered and wilting on rough stone floors moved about restlessly by the wind. Of heavy drapes on glassless windows billowing weakly. Of time passing and petals turning to dust to be blown out the door. And of waiting. Waiting for flowers to bloom, waiting to be picked. Waiting for a customer, when will he come?

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Ugh, Earpie…where are you butthead?? You need to enroll yourself into NoJoMo that way you are forced to write every single day! I finally find you and you don’t update..sheesh..:-) Love you! ~A&B