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Oct 2014
The dawn had already rested its eyes against the horizon by the time we found one another in each others arms.
You held my hand and slowly ran your finger up and down my thumb.
The slight touch set my skin crawling in warmth.
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Meg Goodfellow
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Meg Goodfellow  Australia
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