By: Victoria Smith He sleeps beside me: my beloved. His chest rises and falls to the music of his breathing. The years have given, and they have taken— yet still, he lies beside me. He is man and child, ...
Read More »By: Victoria Smith He sleeps beside me: my beloved. His chest rises and falls to the music of his breathing. The years have given, and they have taken— yet still, he lies beside me. He is man and child, ...
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