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All she needed was a piece. A small token that would remind her of what happened so many years before. The event was so horrible that every night she would wake up with tears streaming down her face, her fingers so tightly clutched to the sheets that her knuckles turned white, and a cold sweat bled down the back of her neck. She didn't fear what happened, but rather the chances of her forgetting. She would have then betrayed him, to forget. She just couldn't let that happen. She struggled deeply it wasn't something she could just find on the internet. No it had to be something that meant something so dear to him and to her. She frantically searched everywhere she couldn't go another day without it. Then finally she found it and for once in years she slept soundly.

By chalcanthite, January 8, 2014.
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In the ocean the wood has traded its once lustrous beauty for a dishevelled and subdued charm. The softest parts have washed away into the salty waters leaving only the toughest cells behind, pronounced in their contours. To me though it isn't even wood, it's the waves I see, flowing in their organic curls. i can smell the sea imbibed within it, there is sand within the pits that used to be knots. I turn it over and over in my hands and I can already see it on my mantle, a souvenir of my time by the sea. A reminder of these precious days away from the grind of the office.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 12, 2014.