Easters at Eveningstar

I looked forward to Easter Gathering with a hallowed heart, rapt by the prospect of seeing her again after long months passing. We both hiding pastel colored eggs in the apple orchard, I drew her off into a stand of oaks - no seduction or tempestuousness but fresh and innocent as Spring ought to be, with the element of comfort as if reuniting with a long lost friend. Never an illicit gesture, only a smile, a hug, polite exchange of casual conversation - oh but under the surface waves crashed didn't they...

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The deluge of hormonal rush. I love this little vignette - allets -