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Part Six “You feel different,” she said, rubbing her arms. “You’re harder.” Every muscle jerked tight at that. “What?” “You’re chest. It feels hard.” “Irregular meals and heavy labor,” he managed. “Your sword hand is scarred now.” She’d noticed. “Yes.” “Does the scar go up your arm?” He looked at it, mostly covered by his…
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Part Four She breathed in a long, slow pull, as if reading Nick through his scent. He couldn’t help but to breathe her in too. It was involuntary. She smelled as good as she looked, but he couldn’t place the scent, like some rare and expensive spice. Sweet. Exotic. Danielle’s brown eyes darkened to black,…
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Part Three “Bloody hell,” Liam said with no apology as he crossed over, passing the six foot mark. Molly stood stiffly. “I don’t need to be warmed. I mean, I would not want to inconvenience your brother.” “Don’t be silly,” Becca said, leaving them alone as if it was nothing. “I’ll have a talk with…
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If one could count on anything in life, it was death. The funeral service was over. The remains lowered into the ground. And now, he was supposed to move on. Somehow… Nick Shepard, Tangled Moon Part Two I was going to post something prettier today, but I hated every photo I’ve taken recently but this…
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Fleabane Daisy. (I just love this name!)
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Violets. 💙
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I almost didn’t post this one because it’s so ‘dewy’ that it’s blurry, but I posted it anyway because it also has a certain glow to it, and artistically I like that. 😋
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Yellow rose in full bloom. 🌹
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