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***I long for the soft swaying of the boat, the calls of howlers nearby, signaling the oncoming of another heat-ridden shower, a sweet taste of red wine on my lips while I watch as he stands on the bow, the wind brushing hair from his eyes as the rain begins to trickle down, a nearby camel rushes for cover beneath its sturdy shelter, and I wonder if this is what peace feels like***
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Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 7:47 PM UTC
Serenity