An hour each Wednesday is our time of love after I check the stations along the forest creek. We meet where beavers made a little pool and sweet grass covers the sloping bank canopied by willows shifting in the breeze We met by chance when I spotted her there at the water's edge on a hot summer day. Blouse pulled out and open, she was cooling her bared breasts with a dampened scarf humming
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