Always and forever

Always and forever

  He looks at her with hungry eyes, indifferent to the ears that might hear that don’t belong to her.  When he finally speaks, his voice is satin, silken and soft, honey’s sweet drizzle. He purrs. “You look luscious….” Their eyes are...

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It arrived in my mailbox without fanfare, and even if it was written in a foreign language, upside-down and reversed, I would have known my sister's handwriting.   That's why I love handwritten anything.  Isn't handwriting an extension of...

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