Another year flows softly by, like honey running silkily from greedy mouths, and hips and thighs. It is quiet in the garden of her soul, and sunlit gratitude bathes her world in shades of gold and pink. In this space between wake and sleep, she is queen, and she breathes it in, savouring every moment …
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A fine drizzle drifts lazily through grey mist, coating the businessmen who hurry by in somber suits. Grim faces pass, dead eyes fixed doggedly ahead. I duck and weave among them, skilfully avoiding a mass assault with the sharp edges of my umbrella. It’s autumn, but I’m in denial and refuse to dig out my …
She looks at her. She sees her in all of her radiant glory. Her strength. Her passion. Her unique beauty. And the biggest tragedy in life, she thinks, is that she will never believe it. She tells her anyway. “You are beautiful,” she whispers softly, “In the way that the forest is beautiful in the first …