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Blue in the amber
Swirling in burning liquid
It slides from the glass
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Dan Gee
Writing from Brecon, Wales. Father of two, lover of music and spicy food. Artist Relations/Marketing by day.
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The Fish Song
The room didn’t smell like disinfectants. Its fragrance seemed light and not overbearing. A soft mixture of lavender and mint permeated the space. No beeping machines or any tubes hooked up to four-year-old Kaleeka. Her cacao skin seemed to glow from the light over her head. The family, save for one and the doctors and nurses exited the room like a trail of saints showing their last vestiges of regard.
By Skyler Saunders6 days ago in Fiction
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