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Book III – The Artist’s Kintsukuroi – 2:8

it was autumn when we kissed that first time____after one last summer storm on the beach hair plastered against your face and__disfigured with sand__we were hideous as tempests battering into the cave maybe if we’d stayed for more than that … Continue reading

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