That first morning Warming Sun lights my bed through thrown-back curtains, long fractal shadows of the dark green spruce trace the secret wisdom of the Aeons across your Summer skin...I have the urge to say what's been building up inside my heart, something big and deep and vast enough to sum up how you make me feel right now. I take a long, deep breath and realize: No need to shatter the perfection of this. I stop the words and savor this long, wise moment with you...

$That first morning Warming Sun lights my bed through thrown-back curtains, long fractal shadows of the dark green spruce trace the secret wisdom of the Aeons across your Summer skin...I have the urge to say what's been building up inside my heart, something big and deep and vast enough to sum up how you make me feel right now. I take a long, deep breath and realize: No need to shatter the perfection of this. I stop the words and savor this long, wise moment with you...$ That first morning Warming Sun lights my bed through thrown-back curtains, long fractal shadows of the dark green spruce trace the secret wisdom of the Aeons across your Summer skin...I have the urge to say what's been building up inside my heart, something big and deep and vast enough to sum up how you make me feel right now. I take a long, deep breath and realize: No need to shatter the perfection of this. I stop the words and savor this long, wise moment with you...

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