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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Wordle 700

No Theme Thursday

Thanks again Kevin!

There he is, a fantasy

Shiny and bright his legacy

I dream of meeting, but it’s only a wish

Even he cannot provide a fix

Colors beaming, beautifully reigned

Flying free, the horse’s mane

I once wished upon a star

Hoping trouble stood afar

Maybe this time I’ll find it true

In a knight so lighted blue.

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