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5 0 0 | a beginning a middle an end in five hundred words or less 5 0 0 a beginning a middle an end in five hundred words or less     # 19 (66 words) •March 23, 2014 • Leave a Comment At first, and for quite some time, he kissed me- my eyelids, my cheeks, my neck, my forehead, my chin, my hair, my mouth- and those kisses were like the creak of a hammock, the whisper of bees, sunshine. His kisses melted into my skin, softening my lips, becoming a part of me. I cupped his face, looked into his eyes. “This is the last time.” comforts © cahughes 03.21.14 Posted in pets #18 (218 words) •July 6, 2011 • 1 Comment Sabrina described herself as ugly.  She wasn’t ugly, but she wasn’t pretty either.  Still, there were times when she was busy not thinking about herself- like when she was lost in a good story or sautéing garlic or sleeping or feeding the fish- and the loss of her self-scrutiny relaxed the skin of her forehead, softened the surface of her...

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