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CIRCA 1922 Touching. Almost but not quite. They lie together exactly 6 centimetres apart if one were to measure such a distance but a universe apart in terms of the heart. They have just made love or rather - had *** Now he snores. She is unable to sleep. She stays awake to see the dawn enter the tiny room gild ordinary objects with a sunlight so golden even a comb, a brush a chair become as wondrous as objects in a Pharaoh's tomb. And only does sleep finally takes her prisoner standing on the threshold of a dream she sees some future archaeologist unearth the golden comb brush...chair... the thoughts in her head her feelings behind glass in some museum of the mind "Despair" circa 1922.
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Aug 24, 2018
Aug 24, 2018 at 7:46 PM UTC
CIRCA 1922
CIRCA 1922 Touching. Almost but not quite. They lie together exactly 6 centimetres apart if one were to measure such a distance but a universe apart in terms of the heart. They have just made love or rather - had *** Now he snores. She is unable to sleep. She stays awake to see the dawn enter the tiny room gild ordinary objects with a sunlight so golden even a comb, a brush a chair become as wondrous as objects in a Pharaoh's tomb. And only does sleep finally takes her prisoner standing on the threshold of a dream she sees some future archaeologist unearth the golden comb brush...chair... the thoughts in her head her feelings behind glass in some museum of the mind "Despair" circa 1922.
donall-dempsey
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Aug 24, 2018
Aug 24, 2018 at 7:46 PM UTC
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