the glimmer of hope hiding in the reflection of earth’s regal eyes the last petal of a floret hangs heroic in cold wind the star that visits dipped in chocolate sings to me the lady, of perpetual strength To finish reading please go to MasticadoresIndia ( now called ChewersMasticadores ) and please consider supporting this…
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My Debut Short Story “Cold Red Washcloth” Live on MasticadoresIndia
The fog was so feathery that its appearance was like a thin sheet floating just above the tops of the Longleaf Pines. Sleep would not come easy tonight as I climbed trees and drove my bike to our town’s small store. Catching the sun coming up tomorrow was what I wanted, and I was considering…
