For later

Posted on March 24, 2013

I wonder if she will remember this moment. The feeling of his vast hands cocooning hers. All the impetuous haste of youth, she had.

I can do it!

He tried to slow her down. To show her. With the wisdom of the knowing tortoise. (She didn’t listen, of course.)

I have saved it for her, anyhow. For later.

For when she is ready to remember. When she needs to understand who she was, and who she might be.

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