"...as the wind picked up the napkins and the water glasses fell. My crystal earrings danced.”

"... and I leaned against the white table for support, then dripped water from an ice cube... his shadow rushing from one side of my body to the other..."

"Exhausted, I collapsed, while white clouds hung frozen overhead, slowly darkening into a monsoon storm." —Coming Soon (That's not the name of the story:)

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