and while he slept
she thought
and while the angels watched
she thought
and while the moon moved through the sky
she thought
and while the stars peered through her window
she thought
and when the sun kissed the horizon
she was still thinking
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Beautiful Calamity
RomanceLike the birds and the leaves, he would be gone come winter. * * * * * * * * * Not everyone gets the happy ending they deserve.
