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Oct 2018
The sensuous snow layered soft flakes over her long limbs as she reached and raised the deep red cloak from where it had slidden, chiding Nicholas for his haste, while inwardly relishing this moment of personal pleasure in the back of the now spacious sleigh.
"Happy Christmas, dear," she whispered.
It's early for festive ditties I know but loved how this came together.
Steve Page
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Steve Page  62/M/London, U.K.
(62/M/London, U.K.)   
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