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    Plovember 25: Figment

    She stood at the end of the pier and stared at the sky as the sun set. A bloom of pink, orange, and rose — the colors of the clouds — bent and fluttered in reflections on the surface of teh water below. ‘Nice, isn’t it?’She turned slowly so as…

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    Plovember 19: Irregular Woman

    She watched the people around her and wondered why they were so miserable.Being together was supposed to be better than being alone, those people often quipped,yet their daily squabbles,complaints to co-workers,and snarky interactions with one anothersuggested something completely different.They curled a lip when she didn’t join in –‘You guys don’t…

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    Plovember 14: Nerd Life

    A child wants what she sees and cannot have,but that is not the end.Forever creative, she makes what she seesand in the end,becomes a joke to thosewho actually have.Head held high, she strides through life,defiant and not caring on the outsideyet bleeding from the soul on the inside. A woman wants what…

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    Plovember 11: Simply Wild

    You snuggled against my neck,your breath puffing softly.A place of peace as we sit, flesh to flesh.I hated to let you go but it was too soon –we’d just metand it would have been inappropriate.But time brought us togetherand when we looked into each other’s eyes,it was like the first…

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    Plovember 9: Four-Wheelin Fun

    My mom laughs at me because I am quick to boycott.The whole thing started some decades ago when she took me to her favorite (at the time) ice cream stand. I attempted to order a chocolate shake with extra chocolate but received a less-than-chocolate beverage. It was as if, by…

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    Plovember 2: Norse Asian Fusion?

    I hated living on campus during my undergraduate college. I am an only child – I’d never shared a bedroom with anyone in my life. Well, save the two horrid summer camp experiences, which were something else entirely.As usual, I digress …My dad was highly annoyed when I announced that…

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    VisDare 148: Awake

    It was out there and it was awake.Hungry and searching, it knew there were survivors. She heard the breathing and held her own, attempting to minimize her output. That a child should know so much about survival would, in other situations, be sad. Having watched her mother, father, and eldest…