Greenacres

Photo prompt: Anura Bakhshi/ Where to begin. Should I talk about Greenacres and it’s sixty-nine residents, or should I start with the staff who manage those residents. I doubt any of them see what I do. It is early on…

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The Harpist

The melody of a harp being played, drifted like a warm ocean. Slowly surrounding people. Like the scent of a rare flower, it found ways to impart its message. Passionate kisses flowed like thick Devon cream, as the dance floor…

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