a frame of love:
it was morning. she was somewhere safe. the previous twenty four hours had been a struggle. what was happening now was erasing memories of the far past when they had been together.
it was another life now or certainly seemed it and the new replaces the old. he had violated the past with his activity but there was something between the two still intact.
to recount to her, to tell her of his life after many years was a move back to long ago.
CLEARCHARGE
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