The Storm Within_Lucid Infidelity_Tea reading_One Night In Nature Won't Kill Us
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The Storm Within
A blue sky is a joy to experience, a dark cloud a sight to behold. As far as the eye can see, an eternity of water surges in the Atlantic Ocean. In the vastness, there is a breeze; the breeze - she wants to be bigger and stronger, purposing to raise her wings to draw down gusts, propelling herself toward the shore. Back on land, there was an artist who, while sitting in his studio, lost himself in a landscape of hibiscus and zephrlilies and creeping indigo, his daydreams taking him to a most spectacular horizon. Imagining the next voyage to sea, he was drawn to the creatures swimming, forever ...
Lucid Infidelity
Mary pored over the catalog of extension courses offered by the nearby community college. Eddie watched her passively. However, he told her that he was going to feel foolish being the old guy in the class. “First off,” Mary said, “We’re not old. Forty is not that old. In fact, a lot of different people take these classes. That’s what they are for.” She partly closed the catalog so she could push the cover up to his nose while she pointed at the words “continuing education.” “See? It says continuing. There will be all sorts of people continuing their education.”“Okay, okay,” he said, “Whatever ...
Tea reading
TEA READINGThere is a shop on main street that sells herbs, oils, crystals, jewelry, and more. A dark-haired beauty rents a small space in back where she reads cards, palms and tea leaves. I have seen her walking about town, so elegant and graceful she seemed to glide. I have also heard great compliments about her abilities. Today I am going in for a reading of hope. She will recognize this as soon as I enter. It is her expertise to read the mood of her guests. It is expected of her, the end result. What someone wishes to exit with. She will look into your eyes with her own black lined probi...
One Night In Nature Won't Kill Us
“Just perfect.”“Dude, you’re only happy when you’re complaining. It’s probably why Jazz dumped you. You just need to be a little more like me, a real mellow fellow.”“Ouch! Jasmine wasn’t my type anyway. She digs guys with nothing more than vanity muscles, subterranean IQ's, and hotwww.onedoor.cc air. Chase Hunt is a prime example. Even the guy’s name screams “country club prestige to make up for a tiny—”“I get it.”“I’m just saying, it’s getting darker, we’re out of jerky, and I’m exhausted. My phone is dead, and we didn’t exactly leave a trail of croutons back to the car,” Marty Gildon said, trying to sound...