Sunday night and my body is still thrumming from the weekend. I feel the buzz from Saturday morning at the cafe, not only my undress before the thirsty eyes of Casey, although that still sings and arouses inside, but also the rhythm and beat of my conversations there with Amanda. So I have been playing this song over and over. Then, other things later Saturday and this morning, none particularly eventful and all seemingly random, have added to the welcome harmony of these two days.
sunday night
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