The Sunday Whirl

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Breathy whispers and the flushed beauty of her expression caused the man in the mirage seem friendly and romantic. She had fled the sanctuary of a pleasant dream, falling into the abyss of seductive longing. Only the petals of the apple blossoms landing on her face woke her. As she raised up into the sunlight she realized the sensual hallucinations were a grim sham.

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