Smiles are not ignited by,
the raging flames of,
a transient forge.
They are moulded
-gradually-
into tender, warm putty.
Author notes
20 words.
Prompt: "The happiness of a man in this life does not consist in the absence, but in the mastery of his passions."
- Alfred Lord Tennyson
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- Quickie anyone? 7/20/20 by kiwigirljacks.
525 points, ended July 9, 9 entries
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I think they are moulded gradually too! Very thoughtful take on the prompt... really like this!
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Thanks so much!
I am really glad that you liked this, thanks for the challenge and prompt
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OH! heh .. transient forge ... and very very strong ending to this ... although it is tender and putty-like. heheh yes. Like this one too ...
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Thanks so much :)
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Best of luck..
Angel
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Thanks
Let me know what you think!
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