In the kitchen at our vintage red table, drinking lapsong out of china cups. Our borrowed home filled with her possessions, gathered in the northern California woods, antique shops come upon in smallish towns. Tea, chocolate and sex, life was a sweet day to day. Fading memories.
Now tranquility, a silence broken only by work, by author's words, read by professionals on CD. A paper...
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Now tranquility, a silence broken only by work, by author's words, read by professionals on CD. A paper...
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