Tuesday, September 11, 2018

Dear Lord God my master and teacher,
     The sun has faded behind the sand dunes that rise up in great waves from her belly. The cool autumn air sends the heat away and settles in for the night. All the wonders of the day swirl around my head and settle like leaves falling from a tree. How can I resist you now? Am I really that stubborn? The lover pulls his face away just to return again.

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