It was the smell of steeped leaves that got my attention.
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Ten fat sausages, sizzling on the pan,
One went pop, another went bang!
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My mother's gift was a cedar chest. Intricately carved, with scenery from the homeland at the sides. The craftsman had etched my name, my personal name, on the lid: Peony, in the old script. Touching it brought back memories. Memories of my mother's own cedar chest ( Read more... )

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She heard them even before she saw the familiar shadow - so huge! - on the fields. It was the soft rustling of large leathery wings and the whistling of fur on an aerodynamic body. She left her spinning and ran towards the Quetz now making a graceful landing, wings spread wide to provide balance.
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He dreaded walking into the room where Shen Long rested. The musty smell of old paper, the intense odor of aged paint - and the feeling of great amber eyes watching him with interest. Dust motes danced in the lances of hazy yellow light. It was the eve of the Lunar New Year.
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The abbess stared contemplatively at the pool. Mirror-flat, jade-green, it reminded her somewhat of the serene moon. She often liked coming to the pool, for a moment of silence, to calm her mind and still her thoughts.
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"Eliza! Eliza?"
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Using this picture as inspiration.

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