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Photo by Ussama Azam on Unsplash by Allison Field Bell In the bathtub, she sits across from me. Our legs intertwined underwater. This isn’t what I want it
Photo by Enguerrand Blanchy on Unsplash by Alex Stolis It was the Wild Wild West, it was rain that never stopped, a cold blanket of wind from the
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Photo by David Clode on Unsplash by Keith Hood The airplane broke the ocean’s surface with a barely noticeable splash and barreled through water as it had flown
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Photo by Max Smith on Unsplash by Judy Darley After that, we went to the pier every afternoon. You liked it best on stormy days when sensible folk
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Photo by Kevin Solbrig on Unsplash by Cath Barton I should have realised when I saw the little clown car with one of them in it, tipped upside
Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash by Vallie Lynn Watson Spring surfaced. The hammock was still off-limits. In their winter folds, she’d taken him on her porch. It
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