“I never thought I had a soul, but in that moment when our eyes met and our hands touched in greeting, my… — Celeste Carrara Copy Share Image
Do you have any idea how much I love you?” he asked. ”Enough to accept my apologies?” I suggested in a small… — Patricia Briggs Copy Share Image
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The eighteen years he has lived seem but a moment, a breathing space in the long march of humanity. Already he hears… — Sherwood Anderson Copy Share Image
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“Their hands never touched, not even in an accidental brushing, and that was a good thing, for real intimacy has a dawn.” — Rita Leganski Copy Share Image
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