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A lonely medieval traveller wades through a moonlit bog towards a delicate blue white will o’ the wisp. Beneath the hovering light, the black mud opens into an enormous hidden mouth lined with pale teeth, revealing that the wisp has lured him to a buried creature’s feeding place.
Pt564 It wasn’t the #lure of fame that made her want to do this, Essie thought, watching Neña crush sage . . . #petals? leaves? into a tiny ball, placing it carefully in one of their father’s old handkerchiefs, tying it off with a piece of ribbon. She held it to Essie’s face. “Breathe through this when you feel weak,” she said, “para fuerza.” #vss365 #WIPSnips
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Dr. Fred Freud addressing medical students.
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Sabotaged An autumnal breeze - flavoured with salt, fungi, and bonfires - is carrying a robin's song. It lures me to follow its story. There is courage in the rising gusts and a moment of stillness emphasizes an airless escape. The bird lived to tell the tale. The wind picks up and in the rising gusts, I hear something snap. Then the crescendo of a wood chipper. Finally, not only the wind is screaming, but also a human voice. With it the wind breaks. The silence, almost deliciously wicked, does not last long. The wind now blows straight. It swallows the words it carries. I can only sense the rhetoric of resonance. This is not alacrity. It is reason lost in the unpredictable effects of wondrous enigma. This one claimed a life less significant than a robin's. I stand petrified as, with a loud crash, the wind smites the third tree from the left. By now, my cosmic daydreams have left, as well. I want to leave. But I cannot move. © Stefanie Neumann - @KokopelliBFree
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Poem text by Kate LaDew: lure (the brightness of snow) can fool a bee into believing it’s spring that crystal white solidity blinds the mind and all five eyes, two compound, three ocelli to the freeze underneath, what does it think, as it sinks into the freeze? fear, regret? or does it believe,  I made it through the maze, finally, I made it, I'm dissolving into the sun, back to where I came from, and who knew, who could've guessed, heaven would be so cold?
Such a luring gleam Has a second face Invisible 'neath blinding rays Never to be seen unless it slips Your mask that's so pretty © Stefanie Neumann - @KokopelliBFree
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