Well . . . it's been a while . . .Soon, I plan to begin working on that novel I talked about so long ago. Everything is written up -- the outline, etc. . . I just have to get it onto paper in story form.
~JaynaTonge
We stare at the dragonfly moonNewest
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WaveringI like it best when I am sipping you in Dusty, oleander waves. Autumnal caresses drip ravishingly along your neck While the oak outside drags his solemn notes into the air.Wavering
Pale water slips around your face, Pulling at your lies and kissing your forehead, Whispering my confessions in your ear. I want to see your night sky, To witness the silent times when you think of things unspoken.
We stand in a still and stony garden. The air around us breathing in time with our rapture while Your eyes dance independent of the light.
City glow has buil
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RedHer red was hidden.Red
Peering through the grimy glass doors to the waiting room, Jacob tried to single out her face from the rows of tired gazes staring back at him. Demure and esoteric, she sat squashed between people whose faces were nothing more than fleshy blurs. The book in her lap gleamed in the harsh light of the fluorescent bulbs, her fingertips peeking out of the sleeves of her sweater to trace a graceful dance over the pages.
She glanced up, green eyes scanning the row of windows. Automatically, her legs uncrossed from beneath the seat and she glided forward to sta
by ~JaynaTonge
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VesThe gypsy boy was dressed gaily in light cotton trousers of a bright red and a vest of similar make though yellow in colour. He wore no shirt beneath the vest, and it hid nothing as he twirled lightly to the beat of his sister’s tambourine, his short black hair a sharp contrast to his clothing. His sister, almost as dark skinned as he, was dressed in a white flowing skirt that swung about her as she played her tambourine. No hat was on the ground to accept money, only an empty harp case. Where the harp itself was, no one present seemed to know. The gypsy boy did not seem to care.Ves
The gypsy boy, whose name was Ves, had never known
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