FREE LOVE LETTERS

Love letter # 468

The beauty of autumn is the sweetness of memory. Especially in the gloaming. Where you reside, nigh divine and untouchable. In the waft of woodsmoke I dream of a hearth with you.  

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Paul Ransom

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