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silver antennas

Georgia’s antennas were made of the finest silver. They picked up the tiniest of signals, vibrated at the faintest of sounds. Georgia would set herself up in the grass on her front lawn and pick up whatever she could from the people walking by. And there were lots. Lots of people, and lots of things to be caught by her sensitive apparatus. Fidgety fingers, sluggish feet, fake laughs, infuriated sighs and quiet, broken-hearted sighs, heart palpitations, fluttering eyelashes, and even the cracking of smiles triggered from the secret thoughts that no instrument could ever pick up.

Georgia never missed a thing, but no one ever noticed her, sitting in the grass with her silver antennas, observing the world blow by on a wind of drama. Because that’s all it was to her: a stage. The backdrop, the trees against the sky, and the lighting, no less than the sun or the moon. The curtains, her drooping eyelids, were the only thing that pulled her away from the show and the myriad feelings it evoked. The empathy within her grew day by day, year after year, until she was no more than a puddle of emotion, spread low and wide, shapeless and soft, the silver antennas steadfastly trapping and transferring data from out there where her front lawn ended and the world began.

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glittering eulogies

“We held hands, each silently giving our eulogies. The emotion projected from our swollen hearts was palpable, so much so that after a while, discernible strings of light, curly and drooping, were cast from us to him, creating a floating web of golden glitter. It gently fell and alit over [his] lifeless body where it melted away. Just as smoothly as that did he turn into creamy white stone – as did the spirtles, byrds, and all the critters that had snuggled up with him.”

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High fantasy “Topaz: The Truth Portal & The Color Mayhem”

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Dripping faucet

“The moonlit trees on the horizon, the tall grasses and sign posts beyond the window behind him, all slowed to a near stop, as did her breath and the beating of her heart. Its thudding, held in time like a dripping faucet, echoed loudly in her head. She drove her chin through the mud-thick air to face the front—ahead, where there was now nothing but light.”

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From the first paragraph of The Nirvana Threads

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hardened sentiments

“The children scattered away. I looked around me. Byrds, spirtles, children, all were consumed in their duties. I took some time to watch them, letting the gentleness of the day’s work sink in through the hardened sentiments that had formed within me.”

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Topaz: The Truth Portal & The Color Mayhem

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The “F” words in Topaz

The “F” words are here!! lol…

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love-intoxicated

“It was dark, the jungle in quiet slumber, except for whispery chirps and calls from the love-intoxicated creatures bemoaning the extinguishment of the day.”

Topaz: The Truth Portal & The Color Mayhem

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Mirth Words “E”

Keeping up with the weekly updates on Mirth’s nomenclature. 💛

from the book Topaz: The Truth Portal & The Color Mayhem

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Mirth as per Topaz’s Glossary “D”

from the book Topaz: The Truth Portal & The Color Mayhem