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.Β 

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 !!!!! πŸ’œπŸ’™πŸ’šβ€οΈπŸ§‘πŸ’›β£οΈπŸ’žπŸ’“πŸ’—πŸ’–πŸ’˜. ✌🏿🀟🌈🎼. πŸ—½πŸžπŸŒ‰πŸŽ‡πŸŒ πŸ”₯πŸ―πŸ¦πŸ©πŸ«β˜•οΈβŒšοΈπŸŽ­πŸ§˜πŸ»β€β™€οΈ. πŸ™πŸ•―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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