Flash Me: Touch

The wind blows through his hair, tousling the soft brown strands as he turns to me. My smile is automatic. I reach up to brush a curl out of his eye.

"You were right," I said. "It is a beautiful...

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Published on February 13, 2012 19:01
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the fascinating life of the introverted writer

Sara Winters
A blog about writing, with the random dirty thought thrown in. May be NSFW on occasion.
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