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November 23, 2010

50 words

She closes her eyes to feel. Feel the thick warmth of mint and beer. Feel cotton, skin, hair, sweat, running over and in and under one another like a rustle through trees. Feel the jolts, the beating wings, the flames, the indescribable. Feel his lips press against hers... then withdraw.