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Awareness

by Kim Farleigh || Piot was beside the red pot beside the white, timber pillar.

Sadie

by Sheila Kinsella || Sadie flopped into an armchair and watched the solar-powered toy hula lady wiggling away on the windowsill.

Her Wings

by John Brantingham || My love keeps her wings secret under her clothes until at night when she steps out onto the balcony.

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