Whatever It Might Be
Sunday, January 22, 2012
Small Stone 1/21
We look at each other in the filtered light of a gloomy day which has seeped into our room between wood shutters. It's only mid-day, but our kids are gone for the night, so we lie in our bed, basking in naked silence and love for one another.
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