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Long Night Rising from the bed, habit turns on the water in the white tub sink and you wash your slender hands. You stop, looking at them in the light. Quickly you dry them, hoping not too much scent is gone. You do not think that I have seen you. © Gary Charles Wilkens 2008
Long Night Rising from the bed, habit turns on the water in the white tub sink and you wash your slender hands. You stop, looking at them in the light. Quickly you dry them, hoping not too much scent is gone. You do not think that I have seen you.
© Gary Charles Wilkens 2008
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