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| I watched the frost grow this morn. Not over a days time, mind you, over seconds. Where hoarfrost covered one leaf, no others were turned. Some signs are hidden, or difficult to see. While others are horrifically apparent. This was not good. This is something that will be in a story of a fortune teller I'm working on. |
| From a different story..maybe Setting: maybe a coffee house or small cafe. A man is looking at the woman sitting at the next table, alone. Dialogue: Woman: (Noticing the man staring) Why are you looking at me like that? Say something. Man: I was just thinking... Of all the things I could say, all the happenings in the world I could mention, all the good and bad around us just waiting to be discussed... All I can think to do is look at you. Just admire you for a moment. Woman: You're weird, but romantic.. (smiling) |
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