she stepped quietly from the ancient taxi cab, and faced the door without a handle–pushing in softly; the smell of vanilla floated between the swells of wildflowers in cracked jugs and the soft mewing of a tiny black kitten on a crushed velvet pillow welcomed her home
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I like your non-existent novel. ❤️
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thank you John 😉
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❤️
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I love this… non-existent novel…. yet! 😉
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I have so many of these types of lines and paragraphs in my head, on random papers, in notebooks…they have a life of their own
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I love it! And how wonderful you keep them and share them with us 🙂
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The tiny black kitten made it real, Sylvia. 🙂 –Curt
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ha! yes. 🙂
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Fun snapshot of life, Sylvia.
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thank you eliza! 🙂
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Exquisite Sylvia ❤
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thank you brian! 🙂
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I’d read it.
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thanks ruth! 🙂
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