Laszlo, I can only apologise for having passed over this write. It was a beautiful tale, and gave me tingles towards the end. The opening lines were so moving
She is a flower lady, a forgotten child of the evening.
Even if she was known once by a name,
no-one remembers that now...nobody cares.
On the corner of Hope and Inspiration, she sells flowers.
A delightful opening, (particularly the line highlighted) to a delightful write. A vote from me. A worthy nomination Laszlo and I look forward to reading more of your work :)
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Laszlo, I can only apologise for having passed over this write. It was a beautiful tale, and gave me tingles towards the end. The opening lines were so moving
A delightful opening, (particularly the line highlighted) to a delightful write. A vote from me. A worthy nomination Laszlo and I look forward to reading more of your work :)