The wind blew her dress around; the swelling of the white cotton was similar to the spinning of the world in her head. Nothing was real. She was elevated above the world, above humanity, above those who thought themselves higher then the rest; above all of them.
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First Sight (Continues)
I have not forgotten. Here is a little more of the story. There will be more later. His hand darted to a small sliver of flesh under my coat. Calm, moving me out onto the dance floor, we danced all night. People were everywhere, forcing him into my body as the music puslated. Heat rising,… Continue reading First Sight (Continues)