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A rose with drops of dew on its petals

Caught Up in Metaphors

by Nancy Machlis Rechtman He told me that my eyesWere stars twinkling in the nightAnd when he kissed me he murmuredThat my lips were the sweet petals of roses. My heart became the flutterOf birds’ wings soaring through the treesAnd his wordsWere the silky balm on my wounded soul. “Your…

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Canard avec Chanterelles

By Sharon Bishop He arrives at half past five in the evening, an hour before the dinner party. I let him in, feeling the slide of his muscles as he lifts the bags to the counter top and empties the contents. With gentle movements, he lines up the lemons, the…

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