She’s Home
Give me your heart, beloved.
Give me your hand, my true friend.
With each passing día I grow más fond;
With each passing day, our small portion of amor takes its place in the truth of time.
With the years that we have been given,
Let us grow deeply into life so that we may amor all the more.
-anon-
It was late afternoon, the sun on its way down. Fairly quiet por the usual late summer’s día standards.
This was the nearest strip of playa they could get away to. She just wanted to go somewhere far and quiet, but still near enough DC that they could drive back in a few hours...
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