Photo by: Lucifer
Iris shifted a cask of Amontillado away from the wall and knelt in the deep drifts of dust covering the cellar floor. She pulled desperately at a certain baseboard in the corner of the sprawling, low ceilinged room. Finally she was able to pry the wood away revealing a deep hollow in the crumbling stone.
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As I seek brightness
this autumn afternoon, I
find that mums the word.
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Thanks again, Steeler Chick for a very telling word!
His whole body is
a question mark. What was that
sound in the bushes?
two red faces lean
close in the garden shadows
deep blushes and sighs
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We walked on the shore
where we met a month ago
and held hands again.
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What was your original word, Rob?
Peaceful dreams murmur
in the sanctuary of
my welcoming bed.
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She is the maiden
all forlorn, banished from the
jungle that Jack burnt.
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Fall is such a bittersweet time of year. Thanks for a pliant word, Steeler Chick!
Photo by: Osquer
Photo by: Jay
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Photos: Pittsburgh Zoo and Aquarium - September 17, 2006
Iris crept cautiously through the dilapidated cottage, afraid if she allowed herself to breath she might hyperventilate. She'd never been more excited! Not even when she'd first set foot in America only months after the last time she'd been in this house! She found herself looking down a steep staircase into a cold, dark basement.
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True story. Thanks for a versatile word, LeftUnsaid27!
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That's right. He's wearing a wetsuit and carrying a set of fins.
He had no gear that I could see and apparently no vehicle. I can tell you he was walking in the direction away from the river. For those not familiar with Pittsburgh, the West End Circle is an intersection at the end of the West End Bridge which crosses the Ohio River just downstream from Pittsburgh. However, this location is not particularly close to the water. He didn't look wet to me. His gait was steady and unhurried. He seemed perfectly aware of traffic. I have no idea what he was doing there.
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The flowered crowns of
pixies are more precious than
mankind's jewels and gold.
Jellies in gauze gowns
Photo by: Osquer
swirl their melancholy waltz
Photo by: Osquer
on the glass dance floor.
Photo by: Jay
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Photo by: Osquer
I feel fierce today.
I feel proud and flamboyant.
I am fantastic!
Photo by: Jay
The sun blushes bright
but still peeks just above the
horizon...plays coy.
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The sentinals of
Panther Hollow keep its four
corners in their gaze.
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