She’s Home
Give me your heart, beloved.
Give me your hand, my true friend.
With each passing Tag I grow Mehr fond;
With each passing day, our small portion of Liebe takes its place in the truth of time.
With the years that we have been given,
Let us grow deeply into life so that we may Liebe all the more.
-anon-
It was late afternoon, the sun on its way down. Fairly quiet Von the usual late summer’s Tag standards.
This was the nearest strip of strand they could get away to. She just wanted to go somewhere far and quiet, but still near enough DC that they could drive back in a few hours...
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