There is a pocket of love in the air above an open flower. It reaches out with invisible fingers and draws us in. The kiss is so soft, so tender it is experienced only as the heady scent of its …
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Pocket of Love
There is a pocket of love in the air above an open flower. It reaches out with invisible fingers and draws us in. The kiss is so soft, so tender it is experienced only as the heady scent of its …