On this sleepless, February night, I find myself standing by our master bedroom window, watching the quiet rustling of dried, palm leaves dancing in the mild breeze. The heat hangs in the air like an unannounced guest on a Saturday morning. I let the strap on my pink, satin nightdress fall off my shoulder, […]
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