Every day I will write the very beginning of a story, a paragraph or a whole page, without worrying about where it might lead. "Nulla dies sine linea," I hope!
Sunday, August 31, 2014
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Kell's fingers held her chin, tipped up to see eye to eye. Lane blinked and her mouth went dry for Kell's eyes seemed to hold the world. His dark, swooping eyebrows were always so expressive, and now they showed caring beyond that which she had ever experienced. Eyes, wide open, taking in and showing everything. The moment stretched and held and Lane would go back to it again and again in her memory, wondering what had become of Kell.
Labels:
Antryg Windrose,
desire,
desperation,
fantasy,
Kevin Kline,
love,
relationship,
romance
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