Category: Epic
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The trumpet blares its final C, embouchures are unglued and all instruments are lowered.To raucous applause, the concerto concludes.The maestro bows; a flutist raises his bow.thwunk!Over heads and through one, A cortex has processed its last memory. A child belts her first scream since birth, An athlete runs his first lane since college, A woman…
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The wind whispered behind her earlobe the way AntΓ΄nio did.Cool, it caressed the columns of her spine, making her moan as it walked down to her lower back like representatives in recess from PalΓ‘cio da JustiΓ§a.In the warmth, her chilling secret ceded a secretion down her cheek. She tried to hold it like the iron…