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| one of my bag creations, soon to be in my local boutique |
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a single hurried tug, I willingly surrender to the rain. Direct side way beams
of my breast peer out from the drenched skin of my shirt. Sweat works its way
methodically downstream, anchoring in my navel. My tongue holding the vibration
of breath against my inner cheek, the parade, the dance of my feet moving
downhill. Flood gates of damp gray sky open onto my shoulders, length of my
legs, running a river down my tailbone. Wet sensation colliding with the
rain...
I want today to be different, to move past the opinions which pull me down. Drop into a backbend without fear, rather than the fear dominating.......
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