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She wore her faults like an expensive flower hat from the fifties. A swarm of freckles danced about on only her upper left cheek. Chewed fingernails bobbled loftily against her hips, unbeknownst to the confines of her tight little denim pockets. Her ears slightly twitched in synchronized choreography to the beat of the surrounding noises. She silently placed each step an exact seven inches ahead of the previous. The expression of a swiftly spiraling dart beamed from her eyes of sterling blue.2
An awestricken and flabbergasted hand reaches passionately out into the frigid fathoms of emptiness. Never before had the thought of mere contact been so lugubriously impossible.3
The vision inevitably reduced to a glimpse. And in turn was diminished to a shadow, then slowly faded completely away.4
A lonely tear splashed its way back into reality... "How can one desire so desperately", I pondered, "that which is not tangible?"5
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Author notes
Why does the practical side of my subconscious always wake me up from my best fantasies before they've even begun?
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this is just really cool!
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it's like the perfection you see in dreams but are unable to reproduce in reality.
i like the descriptions of the girl, she seems beautiful. the beginning sentence is what drew me in, and your wording of the "dream" is what kept me interested. i would love to see this expanded upon, or drawn out even. it would make a lovely painting, i think. -
You did a great job with this, It flows very well and the imagery is outstanding! wonderfully done! Beautifully worded, amazing.
-Carina-
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