Here Is Where The Heart Is Comments

Anthracite statues in all their well-worn, cheruby goodness, guard our hallowed ground.
The willow tree, old and bowed, its bark like a thousand solid rivers, drags over the grass, so mellow and enticing. Where the leaves have shaded it there is a trace of the morning dew, but we dont mind about suspicious patches on jeans today.
Hand in arm we lie, always that way, like you need a bigger part of me to feel connected.
I feel connected with just your little finger.
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