A studio apartment in the heart of Paris sounds romantic.
I know he’s suggesting I can ride with him again.
The beast does not take kindly to being ignored.
I know you’ll be happy to see us.
Now that was a cognitive rush.
What I ask of you I ask of me as well.
I imagined how you felt moving through the water.
His silver maples shelter me still.
The fountain of youth has been percolating under our noses.
The sea monsters are here.