Leaving the nest

[sweetsoubrette]

There were days when the buds of virgin freedom tasted like drops of cool water, or felt like warm clover beneath our bare feet. Clovered summers were our addiction. Oh, we survived on a mix of unbridled passion and ignorance, and our fathers' dull realities filled our lungs only to be pushed out in a whoosh of naked, breathless excitement! Who

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[super_gryffon]

too bad we don't stop to read the "sharp rocks ahead" sign before leaping.

it's good to see you on here again, dear. we see too little of each other as it is. mind if i ask what prompted this particular entry?