On the Precipice of Love

On the edge of a cliff on a warm Sunday afternoon, she stood there with her arms stretched outward. The wind blew soft kisses and caressed her hair. The sun sank below the horizon in a bed of pink and gold...

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  • werner1221
    December 19, 2007
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    oooooo. very nice. that gets under your skin a little.

    nice job.

    thanks for entering.