She’s Home
Give me your heart, beloved.
Give me your hand, my true friend.
With each passing araw I grow madami fond;
With each passing day, our small portion of pag-ibig takes its place in the truth of time.
With the years that we have been given,
Let us grow deeply into life so that we may pag-ibig all the more.
-anon-
It was late afternoon, the sun on its way down. Fairly quiet sa pamamagitan ng the usual late summer’s araw standards.
This was the nearest strip of tabing-dagat they could get away to. She just wanted to go somewhere far and quiet, but still near enough DC that they could drive back in a few hours...
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