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...and, on the tenderest days, drawing a grateful tear.

...huddled beneath the shelter, they were no longer anonymous

...once their personal adventure had completed, we would find them in the fridge.

....bathed in iconic Majorelle Blue

nothing was too good for the ordinary people.

....feeling uncomplicated and free

privileged enough to exist without fear

....chasing two black Vietnamese pot bellied pigs through the house....

We would all feel incredibly inadequate in his company and would feed him mangoes all day long.

.....he’d lounge resplendent on an upholstered chaise unaware that his shyness was his true beauty.

We would watch her fade into the distance as the dove would fly into the sunlight.

His bed was wooden and made from the hull of an old sailing ship.

She would have her own stables adorned with spears.

Cloven hoofed goats would come out of the Argansia spinosa trees...

...filled with love and the promise of a brighter future.

...looking beyond the obvious.

....water infused with lily and myrrh.

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