I noticed that the rain had stopped falling on your soul. The clouds are no more. The careless days of anticipation were at hand. Thinking, remembering, watching the glare of dreamy daytime shadows fall away. That moment of choice, naming myself as the Millennial Hero’s mother, realizing the difference from then to now. Love has a way of making the endless eternity of life feel new each day. No words could explain it. No song’s melody deep enough. To fathom such things no longer held me in its grasp. How could it? A day of bright blissful sheets of clouds covered my life. Sweet sweet thoughts and tender kisses. What more could any woman desire? Passionate lips of rapture tucked beneath my bed chamber sheets. Waiting each moment to speak to my desires hidd...

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