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“Children show scars like medals. Lovers use them as secrets to reveal. A scar is what happens when the word is made flesh.” Leonard Cohen
The Game
She reached for the old book once again as she did every Thursday afternoon. It was quieter here in the bookshop then, and she loved to pour over the pages in private, knowing that she would faintly mark a passage that he would find when, as he always did, came looking later, long after she had gone. It was a delicious game that hadn’t yet lost its charm. She found what spoke for her, placed a book mark and pencilled a dot next to “Let us go to the vineyards and see whether the vines have budded …. there I will give you my love.” Sighing heavily, she placed the book back on the shelf and then found her way out of the shop. She set off, determined to buy some grapes before she made her way home. Smiling, she left her door unlocked.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
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Unlocked door… very inviting 🤪😄
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🙂 one can dream
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I see 😎😬 but you never know who’s coming…
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Lol, I see what you said there. But also, that’s part of the fun …
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True 😛🌚🐊🐊🦂🐛🦇🦇👀👀👀
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🙂
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Sweet and enticing. Enjoyed the comments too 🤭
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I love your comment, thank you.
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And now my curiosity is awakened. What happens next? Perhaps this
story will have another chapter.
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Well, being as you raised it, perhaps indeed, thank you for the encouragement Sandy.
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Yes, this story begs to be continued.
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Well, in that case …
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Sweetly enticing…so much left to the imagination.😉😄
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Thank you so much Jenna. 🙂
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You’re so welcome 😊 Happy Thanksgiving!
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You too Jenna 🙂
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Thank you 😊
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The grapes need to be tasted especially after the vines have budded.
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They surely do 🙂
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Ah romantic.
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Thank you Ruth
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Don’t leave us in suspense! lol.
The book worm in me has always felt, a book shop is a place of romance 🙂
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Yes, all those nooks and books 🙂 and like minded people.
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You got that in one! 😂
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🙂
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Oh how the mind can wander with this story……more, more!
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Not you too! Lol, I’ll have to get weaving then …
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An invitation 😀
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Yes, makes me want to pop down to the bookshop.
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I’ll do that right now but for another reason 🙂
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🙂
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Hiden communication of the past. Please let it become no unfufilled love. 😉 Well written, Paul! Thank you, and have a beautiful week! Michael
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You too Michael, hope you are going well. And thank you for your encouraging words.
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Always with a great pleasure, Paul! Hope you are well too. Michael
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I am indeed
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Sorry “double d”
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🙂
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I love it absolutely. Also the Leonard Cohen quote.
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He’s great – thank you for that Megha.
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Yes indeed.I first started listening his songs and then his poetry.Im going backwards..lol
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Lol, but, the songs are still poetry, so maybe not so going backwards 🙂
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Yes they are in his beautify stentorian voice.
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Indeed
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I wasn’t sure if the game was real, once real but now lost, or a fantasy unfulfilled. Perhaps it could be something of all three.
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I admit it is all three, well said Liz.
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Thanks, Paul. I did have to think about it for a bit!
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🙂
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This is perfect!
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