She is the most lovely thing I have ever had in my room, in my reach, in my grasp. I long to hold her, but if I do touch it is for only a moment, to gently graze a finger over her soft pink. Prosephonie, a little goddess all my own, a living gift on my first celebrated day of love. The moon is just past full as she peeks in my window. They are
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miss you.
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