First Love: I'M No Child Comments

Breaking the shackles of propriety for the first time, I made
my way to your door, to find the chests of life-flood spring open at the worlds Wayside. In answer, to the wringing of my hands ‘n the flutter of the bird of hope trapped in my heart your door stood
half-open and there you lay curled up, asleep. I watch you standing in the door, protective, like the earth stands guard over her frail sapling meeting its first light.
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