How we love playing at grief and death--the two things that must come--before it is their due time! I took a look at my world for three most mortal hours last night, trying to see you _out_ of it. And oh, how close it kept bringing me! I almost heard you breathe, and was forever wondering--Can we ever be nearer, or love each other more than we do? For _that_ we should each want a sixth sense, and a second soul: and it would still be only the same spread out over larger territory. I prefer to keep it nesting close in its present limitations, where it feels like a growing pain that I have ingrained in my heart.
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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...
