May I have a glass to drink? I wait patiently with my warm cookie Licking chocolate off my fingertips Knowing nothing’s better with a cookie…
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There’s Always a Calm Before the Storm
Published August 5, 2012 by Jourdan
The whorls in the wood of the dock felt good underneath Alexa’s tracing fingers. The warmth from the sun soaked planks was soothing against her cheek. She sighed softly. She could lie here forever. She wished she could press herself hard enough into the wood that she would become a part of the dock, an eternal observer of the ever-changing ripples of the lake’s surface. She could be the keeper of the myriad of stories told through the many feet that trampled the swollen, damp wood.
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