Carol, blinded in childhood by a wayward lawn dart, placed her hand on Roy's collarbone, feeling his heartbeat under her fingers. Roy whistled a Cambodian dirge, his moustache bouncing up and down with each note. Soon their dream of living in a rowhouse by the river would come true.
Saturday, March 14, 2009
A Moment In Eternal Love
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