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Sand and salt water! I’ve spent a lot of time making love to waves doing things that tickle all over. There is ..

Salt water, I’ve spent a lot of time under the surface doing the things that tickle, there is something about floating five to ten feet deep..

There is a kaleidoscope of flavor, color, and time in the juice ofher lips, and hers, and hers, and hers, and hers. ..

My vision is lined by the shades in my window, everything crossed with dark white bars so that tree is sliced into thirty-two pieces from roo..

I remember the story, Charles Kuralt on Sunday Morning; the machines weren't cutting it. Though they had been redesigned a hundred times an..

“It’s ok to turn the light on I just turned this one out.” So I did and crawled in next to you, your knees pressed into my ..

Anything more than truth is arrogance. That lily over there, violet and peach, the blood that drips from my finger, ..

LESA “We’re all connected; All part of the same symphony,” She said. Soft, brown eyes carry her conviction, her de..

“Truly, truly, I say to you, before Abraham was, I Am.” Time is a book, every page an infinitely thin slice stati..

It’s getting harder and harder to keep up, always going back for one more look, stopping to rest while you run ahead, wan..