Wednesday, December 28, 2005

Real late

Thinking of an island. White sand. Blue water. Fish for food. Campfire all night. Clothes needless after a week or two. Cuddling warmth a necessity every night. Hammock essential. Baby-making passion essential. Comfort with each other unquestionable. I'm a man, you're a woman. We are in love. All else falls overboard, except for McKenna, Katie and Kendal.

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