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Ode: Husband Compliments

She is a self-driving car. As far as the farthest object, my eyes cannot believe she is Captain of a spaceship that she built from spent foil paper rolls. The aluminium was self-made. Books are like comrades, but actual pillows and blankets. She is a rank bibliophile. Her practice is rubbing off. I feel their spines more than hers. Our bed is tiny. She will quetch at the ''tiny bed'' insinuation. I borrowed "quetch" from her library of words. She imparts. I swear by oaths English is a xenophile. I twitch like a wolfish dog clinging to the sweetest bone while drowning in a stream to hear her hymns of wisdom and her palatial heart of trespassing passionfruit and runaway strawberries, is water-resistant

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Date: 4/26/2025 12:49:00 PM
I love the angle of this - it's stream of consciousness, but it's your husband's rather than your own. The ending is a perfect landing with 'water-resistant'. So well done, Trina. I haven't read much of your work but if this is a good representative example, I'm really impressed :)
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Date: 4/26/2025 5:18:00 PM
Thanks, Jaymee:) Well, I have my mountains and valleys with the writing. I interviewed my precious last night, as per the contest rules. It was a fun write. It was interesting listening to his responses and just internalizing everything he said. As we started to get into the book fetish, I felt marriage counselling may be in order, or at least a bigger bed. I appreciate you reading it and leaving a comment behind.

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