13.May.18


Our hearts are a match. After a run of connections turned cold, this plovery season springs into flight, warmth in each hold. Nascent as a pair, trust exists that this time will last because that which is felt is so rare. We value ourselves as a favoured scrumpy–out of passed-over parts has been made spirits happily jumpy. Both her minnie and mine have hoped for fated connections for us each; lessons heeded from them has, now, brought love elusive within reach. ; )

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