The Ghost of Valentine

I could make his lithe silhouette, moving across the willowy meadowland. The grass sashayed under the gentle wind and pollen grains floated in the air, anticipating the rendezvous with a female ovule. The radiance of his countenance held me in a warm embrace. Like two peas in a pod, we latched on to the shell... Continue Reading →

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