I want a night that fits us just right. A blue-black sky cast with pinholes of light. I want a moon, hung up on a string, so bright its white glow shadow dances. The blink and float of fireflies and yellow magic that attracts. I want a night, wind-warm, whose embrace reminds me of you. … Continue reading Nighttime #SOL18
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