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The lights shimmered, wind-wafted veils of delicate hues, green and blue, yellow and red, that poured through the star-guarded hole. Aurora strained to hear their song. Her home.
28 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt
crispina kemp 
Excellent juxtaposition of thought! Well used!
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I confess I adapted it from Book Three of The Spinner’s Game. But since I wrote it in the first place… why not.
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What wonderful imagery, Crispina.
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Shh, I stole it from *The Spinner’s Game*, Book 3. But since I wrote that, it’s mine to steal!
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Yours is yours is yours đ
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Mine! I prod my chest with wrought iron fingers, Mine, I say, Mine!
And laugh, cos that’s so not me.
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Buahaha!!
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What lovely wordplay.
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Cheers, thanks. As I’ve said elsewhere in the comments, it comes from the book I’m prepping to e-pub on kindle… eventually đ
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Congrats! That will be good!
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Thanks. Eventually. I’m learning patience.
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That was a good one with great imagery-so what if it’s yours? Loved it!
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Thanks. Sometimes, when time is pressing, I’ll take an excerpt from something I’ve written. If it fits. And this did.
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Nice one Crispina. I love “Wind-Wafted Veils” and might I say “It’s Yours. All yours!” đđť
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Yay! Cheers.
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Beautiful!
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Thank you, Susan đ
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Beautiful imagery!
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Thank you…. đ
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