
100 Words: Pearls In The Morning.
Words come in the morning, rising and ready before the sun. Yawning, I cooperate, streaming my way to the first glass of water, the coffee pot, the writing place.
Because.
Already I can hear the pitcher of pearls spilling long strands onto my desk.
Can I catch them?
If not, strands roll away, crash onto the dark floor. Single pearls, once connected, bounce everywhere.
Quick! Five shades of cream! Beautiful! I scoop them up, lay them on, notice how they feel resting on my heart.
Glancing down, I notice the word count. Not more, not less. Exactly one hundred.
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Shiner
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Your imagery is nothing short of beautiful and luscious.
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Terri Crosby
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Thanks, Shiner! Imagery is such a delghtful thing. I love the process of describing the visual scene that visits for those few minutes.
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Kristi
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Shiner speaks my mind! Now there’s one incredibly intensive creative force critiquing another incredibly intensive force! And I know them both! WOW. WOW WOW !!!!! 💜💙💚❤️🧡💛❣️💞💓💗💖💘. ✌🏿🤟🌈🎼. 🗽🏞🌉🎇🌠🔥🐯🦁🍩🍫☕️⌚️🎭🧘🏻♀️. 🙏🕯Kristi
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Terri Crosby
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You make me smile, Kristi!
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Bernadine Young
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I’ve expressed before how deeply moving I find your ideas, but wanted to add that the construction and wording of you writing is so amazing.. Thanks, Bernadine
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Terri Crosby
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Thank you so much, Bernadine!
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