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We traded pebbles and shells. For one pink scallop I gave you five stones polished smooth by waves. They glistened in your open palm. All day we played on the beach, our parents somewhere far off. Away, beyond the glint of sun and silhouettes, where they could not be seen. I had thought I could
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We prowled the Taiga, a ghostly light, green and ephemeral dancing across the sky. Beautiful. Haunting us. Like a howl at the moon. And with it, the air changed as the light shifted something. We feel it, the tingle of it. A little snap as it twitches through our spines. Perhaps it is also this
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One of the surprising things I have discovered on Twitter is the range of writing challenges that are hosted there. It’s been refreshing to be forced to think within the very restricting confines of 140 characters, and it has been a lot of fun to join in with some of these exercises. In particular I
