I always imagined my time with you coloured with reds and blacks and falling like droplets of blood onto bone white paper, paper that fell in slow motion, tumbling end-over-end to land face down on the crisp sheets of a large bed encircled with billowing curtains of alternating damask and air which opened to permit the sunlight of a bright sunday
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