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TIMELESSNESS BY SIPS
Dafin Kozarev
The surface had a greenish colour emitting freshness. She wasn't scared when plummeting down. It wasn't high. Her curiosity produced a circle of small waves. The warmth embraced her while she was dropping down to the bottom. The heat made her feel her plump, angular body; she felt she was melting. Every single crystal of her was soaking up the saturated aroma, transforming itself into sweet memory.
'Madame, your tea. As you like it - with one lump of sugar'.
© Dafin Kozarev
© Vesselin Vesselinov, Craig Hasbrouck - translated from bulgarian
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© E-magazine LiterNet, 01.09.2013, № 9 (166)