“As we made love, our scars met, grazing long enough for mine to say “He tries to hide me,” and for yours to reply “I know I embarrass her.” “He never learned how to swim,” whispered my scar. “She got… — Tom C. Hunley Copy Share Image
“As we made love, our scars met, grazing long enough for mine to say “He tries to hide me,” and for yours to reply… — Tom C. Hunley Copy Share Image
