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Big & Bright | Colour Abby
https://abbyp27.wordpress.com/2012/07/25/big-bright
I was awake earlier (not the norm) because I needed to chase, gather and sort my thoughts in the bottles and boxes of my brain before they ran away. From the thoughts that would dominate to stake land on my mind and heart. I knew they would come. But I was ready. Viciously. Thoughts about makeup and a greasy face. How unwhite my white teeth were. Bustling bridesmaids and my own nervous “. But I was ready. 8220;Happy Wedding Day. We found each others eyes and I smiled bigger. Leave a Reply Cancel reply.
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Chocolate | Colour Abby
https://abbyp27.wordpress.com/2014/01/27/chocolate
I had chosen to repose in a room free of dust and stacked high and tight with books. My lungs felt tiresome; coming back to proper expansion after sleeping so restfully in much smaller breaths. Inhaling, I lowering the Bronte story from my chest. The warm light on the glass-plated sweets spurred me to closing the book with both my palms and to abandon my chaise. To hide in the study a floor above not wanting to be caught. Upstairs to prey-fully watch for when the neighbors woke up. Days to think about th...
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I’m Merried | Colour Abby
https://abbyp27.wordpress.com/2012/07/24/im-merried
I was awake before they came in. Like every year on my birthday, I would get an early familial greeting. Maybe to be the first to see a slightly older smile or to gain the simple purchase of making another 24 hours more special than usual. Did and didn’t belong there forces a smile the second my lips close around the. Sonance. Like my own inside secret of a joke. Because marriage is a gift suffused with the happiness of marrying your best friend, saying one is. Is logical. Just, even. Next Post ».
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Once Upon a Sad Time | Colour Abby
https://abbyp27.wordpress.com/2013/09/02/once-upon-a-sad-time
Once Upon a Sad Time. Cecy sat on her Fathers lap and rested her head on his chest. Hiding an icy shiver that ran the middle of her back, she pretended to burrow a hole into his heart with her nose, chin and cheek. She grew more and more frightened by the silence surrounding the sentences her Father dropped into her ears. She could never love this story. Ever. But she would ask to rehear it over and over again to make sure to remember each part. So that it wouldnt happen to her. The sisters however, assu...
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Amelia | Colour Abby
https://abbyp27.wordpress.com/2014/04/12/amelia
After a summer culminating the thousands of hours spent growing up together on Marigold Way, Amelia honestly wasn’t expecting it to end. Flirting and laughing in dying afternoon light as he purposefully bounced his knee against hers had affected an immediate decision for him to be permanently a part of her life. Yet she was ignored as only ghosts can be at the beginning of the school year and months after by the one person she had thought to be the boy of her dreams. Anything could set her off, really...
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Favorite Poem | Colour Abby
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He spread his blanket on the sand,. Kneeled and arranged his bowls and tools:. Hook, mallet, clamp, chisel, rasp, razor. His smile glinted in the rongeur’s claws,. And upside down in the curette’s spoon. Light shone out of the needle’s eye. Hoosh, he said and began plucking hairs,. Paring calluses, shearing wool, shaving. To the follicles, cutting to the quick. He sorted these, trimming skin with skin,. Hair with hair, into rows of clay bowls,. And set a large basin to catch each sour drip. Fill in your ...
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HAVE MERCY | Colour Abby
https://abbyp27.wordpress.com/2013/09/16/have-mercy
I found two pens. I had gone looking for breakfast in a McDonalds permanently cemented trash can. I found the buns of a McSomething from an unwrinkled bag on top. The Bic MED, was on the floor. Just touching the side of it. The second, I didn’t want to use because it reminded me of the pens my mom brought home from work. A very fluorescent color with the name of some medicine you never found out what it was for. Because I found pens! God Bless you sounds nice. Or-. How would I have read that in a book?
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the craziest woman in the worldly world. | Colour Abby
https://abbyp27.wordpress.com/2013/08/19/the-craziest-woman-in-the-worldy-world
The craziest woman in the worldly world. She was alone, the most beautiful and crazy woman they knew. With water singing miles behind and beneath her and eyes giving them a story (with the aggressiveness only tolerated among family) how could they ignore her? Leave her sprits so low this close to the sky? Still- her beauty mesmerized them to stare and curiosity stopped them altogether. The only things flying were birds, shirt sleeves and her hands. Her hands, stiff and conductor like, were filled with su...
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About | Colour Abby
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You’ve either stumbled or pointedly landed upon my blog. Which is about things I have fun writing about or reviewing books/movies. Things to know about the person whose words you’re reading will be listed in bullet points. Because they are fun. 1 There is a husband. 2 I am older than all the fingers in both my hands twice. Plus six. 3 I am ready for any emergency should the emergency involve food or fun. 4 I live in this general vicinity. 5 I do not hate dogs. Leave a Reply Cancel reply.
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Laughing | Colour Abby
https://abbyp27.wordpress.com/2013/07/16/laughing
If you’ve ever said anything grave in front of me (like the death of someone close to you) and noticed I clamped my jaw and widen my eyes slightly- you would be the closest person to knowing a most ugly thing about me. Uneasy and especially black situations, make me laugh. This is not the awkwardness of a drowning and flailing conversation neither party has any interest in keeping up (only slightly discomfiting but easily forgotten). Or of everyone in your office hearing your flatulence in the only o...
