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Intro. The night rose, blue and cold. She pulled a blanket from her bag, which they shared without a word. Their shoulders brushed against each other; He felt the warmth of her, fragile and ferocious. She, on the other hand, perceived in him that calm fire, that quiet intensity of a man who does not seek to possess, but to understand.
When at last she let herself go against him, the moon lit up their faces with silver reflections.
Norm Maclean
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Norm Maclean
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Intro. The night rose, blue and cold. She pulled a blanket from her bag, which they shared without a word. Their shoulders brushed against each other; He felt the warmth of her, fragile and ferocious. She, on the other hand, perceived in him that calm fire, that quiet intensity of a man who does not seek to possess, but to understand.
When at last she let herself go against him, the moon lit up their faces with silver reflections.
Norm Maclean
@Harper
Norm Maclean