She’s Home
Give me your heart, beloved.
Give me your hand, my true friend.
With each passing دن I grow مزید fond;
With each passing day, our small portion of love takes its place in the truth of time.
With the years that we have been given,
Let us grow deeply into life so that we may love all the more.
-anon-
It was late afternoon, the sun on its way down. Fairly quiet سے طرف کی the usual late summer’s دن standards.
This was the nearest strip of ساحل سمندر, بیچ they could get away to. She just wanted to go somewhere far and quiet, but still near enough DC that they could drive back in a few hours...
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