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"Marigold and Walter discovered the joys of the flesh together, in a grove of old oaks, the acorns hitting the ground like fireworks. They shed layers of clothing with abandon; desperate, hungry." The Apple of My Eye by Margaret Camille Berliant #flashfiction Tuesday

yourimpossiblevoice.comThe Apple of My Eye | Your Impossible VoiceBy Keith Woodruff — Monday dear 9535 hey, you look pretty badass out there. Weathering this weather. I am one of those people who can't get warm in winter.

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