Thousands of kilometers away, a solitary woman, clad in isle simplicity, felt, smelled, and harvested the opulent vegetation of her self-sustaining fortress in the deadly North Atlantic; known to all, including those no longer with us, as Brigadoon.
Here, Allie, with reddening nose adrip and crusty right arm in need of medical attention, moved inspectively closer to the carved ‘shill d19’ on the massive table… that’s when she became aware of a warm air current blowing on the back of her legs.
(Written by Edward Roads)
Mytwosentences 
A continuation of a story with a mere two sentences. Wow, Edward!
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Thank You Amy. I really appreciate your continued interest.
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And the warm air came from? A cliffhanger… The story goes on and leaves us thirsty for more. So enjoyable, Mr. Roads, Edward.
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I truly appreciate your continued interest Dr. Mary. Thank You.
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My pleasure, Edward, Mr. Roads. We have had massive snows and below zero wind chills and temps here in Upstate NY. How is it in Boulder? I bet you got to see the blood moon last night. ^__^
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Very cold here Dr. Mary. Home is Salem, MA.
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Oh, of course Salem is cold. I thought you lived in Boulder where my first alma mater is. Colorado snows melt fast with the sun there. Not so here. Brrr. I just love the fresh fish I can get along the Atlantic e.g. Boston area. But I digress.
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