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  • For a long time I would go to bed early
    hoping that I would return to the sensual dream
    certain that my dutiful rest would be rewarded
    with a sweet - not sobbing - shuddering awake
    only to discover the obscure reality of my nightly pleasures
    my nightly pleasures...
    Eternally giving way to a walk down the same
    desolate beachside promenade, the song of surf
    on one side and ... who knew what ... waiting
    in the distance where the lights ended.
    The chill was not merely a product of February by the sea
    But the Wind of Winter who was giving a way
    to the Breeze of Spring.
    And I will smell it even in March, while it is caressing the highest pinnacles and preparing for another place to touch. Though the air tickled my skin and played with my hair, the water's spray would beckon me back to the deep, the sensual, and the current carried me on.

    Experiment #3. Collective writing. Exquisite Corpse 2.0.
    1. Sprout this story.
    2. Copy/Paste my story. Continue it.
    3. Someone will sprout your story, and continue it from there.
    4. If two people sprout the same story, two branches are created.
    5. Add the instructions below your story, so that people know what to do with it.
    Let's write the story together!
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