The one hundred and eighty-ninth thing I love about us is watching you hum and doodle sitting at one corner of the table in a beam of sunshine coming through the window.
Sunshine's the best for doodling!
Soft, so soft, your lips against mine. I am grazed by their grace and drunk on their wine. We touch and we taste, endlessly divine engrossed...
Sunshine's the best for doodling!
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