"Your skin like dawn/Mine like musk/One paints the beginning
of a certain end/The other, the end of a/sure beginning."
—Maya Angelou, "Passing Time"
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100 Yellow Doors
ParanormalIman's insides were turning to clouds again. Julien asked her, ducking his head and looking at her from underneath his eyelashes, "Am I happy in your present, Im?" She hesitated. "I don't know," she said, but she had no way to know if he heard it...
