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Posted on 01/17/06 @ 10:14 pm
Softly, his hand caresses my cheek; his soft palm and fingertips resting on the contours of my face. His thumb is under my eye, slowly stroking the bags smooth before they snap back to place. “You’re so beautiful,” he says. “Liar.” But I believe him. And why not? That’s love. Filed under: Writing Comments: Comments Off
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Name's Karsh. 29. Country-born, city-raised, 
Aww, man. I loved that story. My favorites are the short short stories that start somewhere in the middle, and ends before you know what’s going on! lol. Read my story called Memories (not Park 2)! And tell me what you think.
Said by Reg — January 18, 2006 @ 8:42 pm
Just what I needed while going through my bitter stage…keep it up!
Said by George — January 20, 2006 @ 9:22 pm
hmmmmmmm…. love…. maybe this will be my year…
Said by P. Alonzo Harris Jr. — January 22, 2006 @ 9:16 pm
Just discovered your blog. Its cool. Recently bought an iPod and hope to get into this podcasting thang. I live in Sydney Australia. Thanks
Said by d-mine — January 24, 2006 @ 12:45 am
This is my first listen to your blogcast. You have such a delightfull voice, and are quite the story teller. I shall listen to all the rest.
–q
Said by Quadruppel — January 24, 2006 @ 6:12 pm