K.Hartless is a persistent poet and eclectic fiction writer. She’s been recently published in Luna Station Quarterly, The Last Girls Club, Edge of Humanity Magazine, Pure Haiku, and Spillwords. Her blog, Yardsale of Thoughts, blends fiction, poetry, music, and art to create new experiences for readers.
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what a magical metaphor: I will never think of ripening fruit as a quotidian process again 🙂
what a magical metaphor: I will never think of ripening fruit as a quotidian process again 🙂
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Thank you, John. That moment of ripeness, in most things it’s not easy to pinpoint and definitely not possible to sustain.
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the moment is always hard to caPture; you’ve done it well 🙂
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ty, John. Sticky summer fingers. 😉 muggy, indeed.
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Beautiful. A poem. A sentence. A wisdom.
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Ty, a sentence; something to build on when more time presents itself.
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Delicious plumptiousness! Love muggy cuddles! 👏💖
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Thanks, Hobbo. Lots of muggy embraces here. Best be on to fall, a much more introvert-friendly season.
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My favourite season.🙂
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