touch
as I swoon over the natural frisson of butterfly and flower my thoughts windmill across the universe...in furtive pursuit fueled by a memory of touch...the proximity of a love...and I love most that which I can hold...and more so, she that held me.
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touch
as I swoon over the natural frisson of butterfly and flower my thoughts windmill across the universe...in furtive pursuit fueled by a memory of touch...the proximity of a love...and I love most that which I can hold...and more so, she that held me.
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Uploaded on December 30, 2011
Taken on December 29, 2011