Do all the rivers of the world run together to the lips then, and all its fruits strike suddenly to the taste when the long deprivation ceases to be a want? Or is it simply a ceasing of hunger and thirst--an antidote to it all?
I may know soon. How very strange if at the last I forget to think of you!
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RomanceWinner of September 2017 The Flower's Awards in Romance . I become more and more determined to free myself from all limiting pressures.... To write .. To resolve to live life to the fullest , and vow not to be constrained by boundaries.. I will love...
