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The deep golden afternoon sun fell through the lace curtains onto the heavy red carpet. In the next room, a radio spoke of steel guitar and summer. His loving gaze fell into her deep blue pools, where he swam…wanting no more than this moment.
In an earthy, worn tone, he whispered “Happy Birthday 3894”…returning his adoration, she smiled, and said "call me Helen".
Love and hugs,
The Stoat XXX.
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