The White Narcissus
I’ll wed in April. I’ll wed when the dew is like diamonds upon the white of narcissus, its deep red heart like the beating of mine.
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Where The Story Goes
“So what novel, pray tell, are we at now?” Amanda, her best friend from High School and fellow abdicator asked as she plunked down into the wide and roomy leather booth of their favorite restaurant. Amanda’s wine glass sloshed dangerously about the crystal rim of her long-stemmed goblet. Amanda retained her strict adherence to the atheistic-borderline-agnostic-church-for-her-mother’s-sake, so took every opportunity to harass her friend on her ‘weakness, ’ i.e. the return to the Church.