I crumble the leaf
Into a million pieces
Scattered like lost dreams
About the Creator
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I stepped carefully around the corner, the familiar sights and sounds hitting me like a brick to the face. My eyes watered. I could practically see us, all of us, back then, clustered around the outdoor tables in front of the pizza shop, the bar, the coffee shop. I could smell the various stalls from the events we’d been to on this street. I could taste the churros and nachos.
By Phoenixica247 days ago in Fiction
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This sounds like the first line of a book to be read by firelight through the winter, drawing you into the story and not letting you go. Thank you for writing and sharing.