It was the dictionary definition of a night in the Deep South. Crickets and tree frogs answered each other in perfect 4/4 time. The tall iron street lamps made heavy shadows of the Spanish moss, as the twisted branches of oaks rose black into the canopy above. In the distance the outgoing tide splashed gently on the newly exposed sand, while above, a pregnant moon watched with contentment, the lovers below.
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The In Betweens
RomanceLife happens between 12 and 12, the hours rolling off with the same regularity of calendar pages. But...if your guides are the constellations in the summer sky, and spontaneity is the sun soaked keeper of the hourglass. If you chase each day as if y...
