He creates the
heat of a desert
pounding of the surf
trembling of an earthquake
caress of a breeze
serenity of the valleys
and the golden glow of the plains
when I am the clay in his hands
I loved him. At age twelve he touched my heart with his music. At age twenty he captured my heart when our eyes met as he sat on a stage and sang Four months later, he fractured my heart with his refusal to allow us to stay together. At age seventy
I wrote this novel several years ago, I self published and never had it to sell. I have decided to rewrite it and hope to get it published within a few months for people to be able to buy. I had a few copies and gave them to a few family members and
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