The sun shone, yes. But it didn’t help at all. The bitterness of the December cold lingered, along with every breathe she exhaled. That winter sun especially couldn’t even poke a hole in the bite of the day after a snowstorm. Three boys stood armed at the edge of the clearing. They’d just walked down…
She was on her hands and knees in the middle of the barn floor doing what she does best: laughing. Laura‘s wedding day had (finally) arrived and Ashton was hard at work; helping, serving, assisting, scurrying, decorating, laughing. She was having fun working. Repeat: fun and working WERE in the same sentence. Because that’s…
She stopped to pet the lion. No, it wasn’t dangerous. In fact, there was nothing in it to fear (except maybe the strange looks from other pedestrians). This lion was as still and as silent as a sculpture. Yes, really. It was a sculpture. But it was there, standing in her path simply…
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She stood at the Newton intersection, an ostentatious display of color and artistry. Locals drove by slowly, unsure of how to react – perhaps blinded by the yellow balloons. Waiting for a break in the traffic (it wasn’t a long wait), she walked to the middle of the four roads and let the helium (and her…
Hannah is a bouquet of daisies, a cup of chai, and an autumn walk. All rolled into one. She is beautiful. Like a daisy. Nothing forced, nothing unnatural. Just real, raw, happy beauty. I mean, those eyes: you can’t deny those eyes! She is full of surprises. Like when you find out that a Pride-and-Prejudice-quoting…
I sat on the motorbike, holding on for dear life; one hand gripped her jacket and the other clung to the metal grip behind me. Her driving was impeccable – no danger there – but we were surrounded by hundreds (thousands?) of very erratic drivers, all powering their motorbikes through the narrow streets, and…
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