...being with you was so easy and natural - there was no strain - I never had to guard my words...
A Familiar RainUnlike written words which can mend those leaving the tip of your tongue never bend.
Grey and HoniesThat tingle in the brain is called a word. It bats itself against its fleshy bounds.
How to Love an IntrovertShe was hearing the words. They just weren't registering on her Richter scale of sanity.
The Accidental Werewolf...there are some things for which there are no answers, no matter how beautiful the words may be.
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