A Fondness for Ferns
Janeka grappled with the perplexing array of green he'd flung into her bed.
"How can a fern mean so much to you?" she asked.
"Not one fern, but many ferns, you tangled in green, us entangled in endless verdant forest leafy wildness. I'm addicted."
"What a surprise. Shall I take this as a tribute?"
Her question sprouted for a second before the contours of her throat attracted a spiral of ever tightening green.
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28 February 2011
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