The unexpected humidity of a late
April night curled the wisps of hair
on my damp, exposed neck. The
stillness of the air lay as heavily as
a predator patiently waiting, the stars
shining like sharp white teeth in the moonlight.
The unexpected humidity of a late
April night curled the wisps of hair
on my damp, exposed neck. The
stillness of the air lay as heavily as
a predator patiently waiting, the stars
shining like sharp white teeth in the moonlight.
Shining like sharp white teeth in the moonlight – evocative! I love all of it.
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That makes me happy, darlin’.
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