When life hands you lemons, go find some gin and tonic, then read a book!
I sat amid a tumult of paper, much of it in crumpled little wads. Each sheet bore evidence of frustration and indecision—little squiggles, larger, more permanent swaths of black sharpie, words circled, crossed out, and circled again. …
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Pink tourmaline cheeks Bright with expectation No masks Just the interplay of hands and hearts Beating, caressing Turning blood into fire
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