6/6/19 (3)A Poem by AnonymousI am a lover of simple profound things: the golden sunshine rising in the morning; the contrasting warmth of hot cider against the biting cold of winter; blind touches under covers in a dark room; soft, loving kisses in flickering candlelight. I find Heaven in the most human things. - A.T. 6/6/19
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