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was something there a little frisson in a look or simply compassion community expectation of wealthy landowners enough left at harvest for those in life's rough yet one glance too many for mere duty's sake a particular welcome encouragement to stay glean, gather only here water in the day, food almost one of the team but what next, such risk foreigner, of a hated tribe accepted for Naomi's sake yet a mis-step, all could fall not, and what might be lost move quietly in the shadows slip silenttly through the night avoiding attention needs care denoument in the darkness cloak lifted, slips beneath tentative touching shocks a fierce passion roused arms, and lips, and ***** bodies with souls uniting till shared hungers sated presence rests in silence murmurings intersperse with possibilities open for shared becoming communal niceties legal requirements notwithstanding
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Jan 7
Jan 7, 2026 at 3:01 PM UTC
The Risk
was something there a little frisson in a look or simply compassion community expectation of wealthy landowners enough left at harvest for those in life's rough yet one glance too many for mere duty's sake a particular welcome encouragement to stay glean, gather only here water in the day, food almost one of the team but what next, such risk foreigner, of a hated tribe accepted for Naomi's sake yet a mis-step, all could fall not, and what might be lost move quietly in the shadows slip silenttly through the night avoiding attention needs care denoument in the darkness cloak lifted, slips beneath tentative touching shocks a fierce passion roused arms, and lips, and ***** bodies with souls uniting till shared hungers sated presence rests in silence murmurings intersperse with possibilities open for shared becoming communal niceties legal requirements notwithstanding
4th January 2026 Eleventh Day of Christmas cf. Ruth 3 Stephen Cooper
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Jan 7
Jan 7, 2026 at 3:01 PM UTC
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