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The cold winter sky is orange upon the horizon of red pine dunes
with a strip of white and then suddenly blue of a drowning hue.
The color of words is by no means dull but a winged ether, visage
of nymphomaniac time captured by a soul-snatching massage.
I applaud and admire the way
I applaud and admire the way your language is so highly evocative; and what it evokes is always the supreme justification of the words you have chosen and the way you deploy them.
Starward
Appreciated Friend
Thank you for the fine feelings provided by your care
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'with a strip of white'
'with a strip of white and then suddenly blue of a drowning hue.'
Perhaps a sailor, one of millions drowned in war
or a fisherman's widow
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'nymphomaniac time captured by a soul-snatching massage.'
!! Nymphomaniac time: always waiting for new girl babies to mature?
I suppose you could say so
I was thinking time is always bred of itself
bananas are the perfect food
for prostitues
If I want to read something
If I want to read something jaw-dropping, I come here and I'm never disappointed. First you present some stunning imagery that is almost supernatural, then you stun again with an astounding description of the ultimate bliss.
I was already tripp'n with "winged ether" when you hit me with "soul-snatching massage". I mean, Wow! When your pen is set free it goes places beyond most mortals' imagination.
Always a pleasure and an honor to read you.
Ecstacy
One of the finest compliments I have ever received!
bananas are the perfect food
for prostitues
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''nymphomaniac time captured by a soul-snatching massage'
women lie in wait like sirens ready to capture Ulysses!!!