Just beyond the table, a perpetual breeze serpentined through the tall, wispy grass, and created a symphonic wave whose syncopated rustle sounded like a gently plucked harp.
As Allie rubbed her right arm and stepped toward the table, she observed the pristine seafront and it’s naturally meandering striations, which seemed to imprint time’s tide in a coastal longform.
(Written by Edward Roads)
Mytwosentences 
Longing for more 🙂
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Very kind of you Steve. I appreciate that, Thank You.
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Love your word painting so much. I knew you would get my new post about the buckboard. A few will have to research that word. Playing with words is so enjoyable a pastime. ^__^
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I loved “buckboard” Dr Mary. Thank You for your thoughtful comment as well.
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Back in my Colorado days, we visited Buckskin Joe which was actually a movie set. They still do re-enactments of the days of the Wild West. It’s where I saw stagecoaches and buckboards. The stagecoach ride was uncomfortable to say the least. Used to see Buckboards at the State Fair too.
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Gorgeous imagery! Fantastic storytelling!
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You are wonderfully kind Michele. Thank You very much.
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My pleasure!
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i love your work so much. I hope you put all these posts in a coffee table book one day.
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You are so kind. Thank You very much.
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