Richard L Rice posted: " The snow stopped falling as Ruth's hand slipped slowly into the deep pocket of Boaz's leather jacket. He rolled his hand to take hold of hers, interlacing his fingers with her own. Together they stood on the weather-worn pier at the edge of Lake Erie" The snow stopped falling as Ruth's hand slipped slowly into the deep pocket of Boaz's leather jacket. He rolled his hand to take hold of hers, interlacing his fingers with her own. Together they stood on the weather-worn pier at the edge of Lake Erie. It was a moment lifted from a picture postcard. Twenty-three […] Read more of this post |
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