She woke to the smell of cinnamon and syrup and coffee.
It came seeping in under the cracks of the carefully closed doors.
and windows.
They would need to be sealed.
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after burning her bridges behind her, she slowly swam back to collect her thoughts ..
:)
ReplyDeleteperfect
lol
ReplyDeletei'm so flippin' morbid these days
tsk tsk.....
ReplyDeletedarling eric ..
ReplyDeleteyou're tsking at me for being morbid? hahaha
i'm not really. but if you read through these, you'd think i was.
write write write .. quit moving and write!! :)