Crimson and Clover

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                           Snapshot #3
                       Crimson and Clover
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                Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)
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Curled up like a cat. She sat at the top of the sheer bluff, legs tucked 
under herself. Still as a statue. Her clothing a memory, tossed carelessly 
over the bluff long ago. She had watched as it has fluttered down, landing 
gently in the silent lake far below. She had watched until the tiny ripples 
had disappeared and the constricting cloth sunk far beneath the inviting 
surface. So out of reach.
She could feel the softness of the blanket beneath her curled legs. The 
freshness of the grass pressing against her body though the blanket.
She gazed out over the shimmering lake, breathing in the sweet smell of 
clover. The soft breeze of the summer air carressed her body like a lover.
She curled forward, moving as a cat might, lying on her front, feeling the 
odd sensations of nature against her bare breasts. Spying a different clover, 
of the four leaf variety, she gently picked it. Kissing it, she made her 
wish, tossing the innocence of the clover carelessly after the long 
forgotten clothing.