There they were. Two lonely people. They kissed. They
touched. They plastered their wounds with how much they can share of themselves
with one another.
But when they finally went into each other, they each had another person on their minds -- their
indelible past creeping into their present like rain seeping through parched earth.
"like rain seeping through parched earth"...sounds like you still have some left-over fragments from your Love series, Ariel. Very nice
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DeleteRain, rain goes away, only to come back another day...I'm looking to Let the Sunshine In :-) Good one Ariel and I love the photo!
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DeleteSounds like the Age of Aquarius Pete! :) Mahalo!
The last line is one of the finest you have ever written...
DeleteThank you Mitchell Hegman.
DeleteAwwww...sister....
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