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Aug 2017
Looking up, gazing into his eyes, watching his expression, wondering what he is thinking, pondering his feelings, watching him slip away,

Tired he reaches for her. She reaches back, secure in his arms, secure once again,  Protective, strengthened. No ***, I am not going anywhere, now , close your lap top and listen.
Written by
Beryl Pemberly  52/F
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