Across a million miles of silent stars... Potential. I know I promised. I am good at promises. Whispered words heard only by adoring ears. (How far is your ocean? The cage that tames you to your Melbourne ways?)
Outside the frogs are having a riot, making 'froggy' love in the creek. The night is filled with thier calls. If only we all could be so reckless. Gorgeously passionate. Rolling around in the mud, making love out loud
Are we there yet?
G.
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