Report, if you have a problem with this page“ Summer, dropping so easily a delicious everything upon your skin and lips. Like a never-ending kiss—taunting, deep, and luscious. The sun. The heat. The thousand echoes of a timelessness before time, when every day seems longer than the next and no day seems likely to ever truly end. Summer. ”
Carew Papritz
From : The Legacy Letters: his Wife
