C is for…

I remember the first time she spoke to me. She was sitting outside, beneath the stars. The moonlight reflecting on her skin. She was naked as the day she was born. She was true. That was what we talked about. That first night, and many nights thereafter. The truth. So often, they tell us about […]
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Published on April 03, 2015 11:04
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