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if any of you remeber the story that i posted some of a few weeks ago, i have finished it! read! criticize and enjoy!
Between Pride and Paradise
The jasmine was dying. She hadn’t noticed it until now. Maybe it was the change in perspective that made it all suddenly so clear. It occurred to her that “change in perspective” was severely understating her current position, lying on her back in the dirt with her head under the jasmine bushes, hair tangling with the discarded, dried and crushed blossoms. She felt a chuckle rising from her belly, like a bubble inside her. She parted her swollen lips to let the laugh emerge, and then turned on her side and began to vomit. Her whole body shook and jerked against the dry earth, some areas flaring painfully with each convulsion. Tears rolled down her face, making her cuts and scrapes sting. She remained in the garden, caught somewhere between laughter and tears as she continued to be violently ill.
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Between Pride and Paradise
The jasmine was dying. She hadn’t noticed it until now. Maybe it was the change in perspective that made it all suddenly so clear. It occurred to her that “change in perspective” was severely understating her current position, lying on her back in the dirt with her head under the jasmine bushes, hair tangling with the discarded, dried and crushed blossoms. She felt a chuckle rising from her belly, like a bubble inside her. She parted her swollen lips to let the laugh emerge, and then turned on her side and began to vomit. Her whole body shook and jerked against the dry earth, some areas flaring painfully with each convulsion. Tears rolled down her face, making her cuts and scrapes sting. She remained in the garden, caught somewhere between laughter and tears as she continued to be violently ill.
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