Deep within, she held love close, and devotion, coupling them with tenderness, and kindness, and passion. They were there for the taking because she was willing to give, her hand outstretched, palm raised, awaiting another. Surely she was someone, seen and wanted, that waiting hand signaling desire for another, desire for the dream. ©September 2019, March 2023 Christina Anne Hawthorne
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