I had a dream about you last night. You came home, all wet from the rain. You slipped into my bed and dissolved into water molecules upon my pillow. I don’t care what others say. They were not tears.
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in these quiet small hours of the night
SW Altair 
Dear Sandy – this is a wonderfully short and intriguing prose poem. Thank you for dropping by my creativity blog and liking my poetry post on Dobby Gibson. He shows how the everyday can be amazing. Keep writing in 2018!
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Thank you!
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You are truly an amazing writer of prose. Captivated.
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Thank you! You are much too kind for saying so. It’s great encouragement for me to keep writing!
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Oh my gosh!! After reading your prose, I wanted to stop! How pathetic would that be! We must continue to grow and encourage each other. You work is captivating. The only way to describe it. Drawn in and covered by the last word. Thank you for sharing your gift.
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So achingly beautiful I’m rendered speechless.
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