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The self-contained sunlight trickled through her apricot skin, the dream-like sense of suspension receded into the driftwood calm as the birds glued to the wind chime danced their static waltz. The closeness of her body in the hotel room's single shared bed focused like the uncasing of glasses from a cotton shirt's breast pocket. The entire room dulled as her hair fell away from her eyes still closed but staring directly into his neck, innocence beading her skin like sunlight through a colander, her relaxed breath fomenting a juvenile refinement, like drinking cranberry juice concentrate from a crystal champagne glass. His eyes filled with admiration, not necessarily towards her but the unconscious movement of her cheek nestling against his shoulder.
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Nov 23, 2010
Nov 23, 2010 at 2:04 PM UTC
Sunday Morning
The self-contained sunlight trickled through her apricot skin, the dream-like sense of suspension receded into the driftwood calm as the birds glued to the wind chime danced their static waltz. The closeness of her body in the hotel room's single shared bed focused like the uncasing of glasses from a cotton shirt's breast pocket. The entire room dulled as her hair fell away from her eyes still closed but staring directly into his neck, innocence beading her skin like sunlight through a colander, her relaxed breath fomenting a juvenile refinement, like drinking cranberry juice concentrate from a crystal champagne glass. His eyes filled with admiration, not necessarily towards her but the unconscious movement of her cheek nestling against his shoulder.
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Nov 23, 2010
Nov 23, 2010 at 2:04 PM UTC
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