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I’m still sick ARGHHH.  I need a little fire today myself.  I didn’t even remember to enter into HHD blog hop this week.

Here is a selection from a WIP (The Power of Whispers) for this day anyway.  I don’t want to disappoint my loyal readers.

It was small, only an inch or less, like most of them, but shaped as a star. The touch she sensed was so different.  His fingers were delicate and tender with the manner in which he traced one scar then another until he pulled back noticing her bikini top.

Now, I leave you wondering what her physical scars were from.

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