I closed my eyes to watch tiny dancers like jeweled birds cross the dark screen of my eyelids.
Janet Fitch
She would be half a planet away, floating in a turquoise sea, dancing by moonlight to flamenco guitar.
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Her fingers moved among barnacles and mussels, blue-black, sharp-edged. Neon red starfish were limp Dalis on the rocks, surrounded by bouquets of stinging anemones and purple bursts of spiny sea urchins.
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He just wanted to stand close to her, touch her hair that was white as glacier milk..
color milk white wanting
(letters) They were like a kelp forest, they cast a weird green light, you could get lost there, become tangled and drown.. Still eyeing the letters like Portuguese man-of-wars floating on the innocent sea.
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