Adnamarine

Cinnamon. That was what I smelled when I entered the shop. Spicy and exotic, the scent always took me back to my childhood. My father was a merchant in the ...

Contagious The young tourist, high with the excitement of her first big city, is gaping and gleeful as she is swept along in the tide of native pedestrians. Standing giddily ...

“Call me Ishmael,” Cade began. “What, monomaniac?” She jokingly added the words which followed that famous Melville line, not in the book, but in a song which used the same ...

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We fluttered to the pavement, slowly, dipping back and forth on invisible air currents, twirling and dancing until we came to rest, feather light, in the dank grime and sludge ...