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- Written by: ironbutterfly71
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Our hands intertwined as we strolled through the midnight hours in the abandoned park. My heart rested in my chest as we relaxed on a park bench where your arms cuddled me up into your warmth. I looked just in time to catch you looking at me. With your face stretching in the other direction I pulled you to
face me where I saw your blushing face.
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- Written by: neilisodd
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Again the dusk has filled this town with fog a sight I've grown accustomed to; odd shapes and silhouettes become dancers and these cracked calloused streets have become their stage. As they dance a bullfrog belches in the background a light wind rustles some leaves. In the distance I hear the sawmill; metal blades gnarling through the flesh of a helpless, old redwood begging for his life.
He first came to us in late summer. Iridescent green with a belly of soft watermelon. He was about the length of an outstretched thumb. Unimaginatively we named him Kermit. I found him first clinging to the
inside of a plastic pitcher, the one Elizabeth uses to water her potted plants and replenish the birds’ bath. He didn’t seem to mind me peering in on him. He remained unmoved, staring up through densely dark, unblinking pinhole eyes.
