It was the kind of sunlight you’d only imagine in the movies. But it was there, picking up the dust motes from the air, lightly framing the legs of a wooden chair. It peeked through the half-drawn curtains.
I stretched in the bed, taking in the wonderful smells that was Him. He was nowhere to be...
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A Tangible Kind of Thing
Time & Tide Wait for No Man
Daylight’s Past
