A story from Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Regret

It had seemed right then. The crickets’ sambas, soft night air & sweet honeysuckle vine joining in Greek Chorus. But now morning had broken.

  • written by: <span class="post-meta-key">Craig Peterson</span>

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