Love brushes the cheeks of Marin, solemnly nuzzles her chin. Watching above her head is Father, breathing the air of distraction. He waits for me. I run my hand down to her belly, rest it lightly. Father breathes slowly, eyes narrowed to slits, but I pull her and she comes. Father is lost. Marin is found.
Reason for writing:
Love, the eternal light and peace.
Birth sign: Not entered
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