Surely that’s what she’s here for, too far adrift for her shadow to whisk across the cliffside.
Closer by, Silas has a light touch, the pipe taken and turned around in his fingers for him to examine the hollow of the bowl. He takes the pouch also, less careful in his handling save to keep it upright where he tucks it in at his side, away from the wind.
As a matter of course, out here in the direct sunlight, he nicks up her hat to fit it down over his own dome before he sets to packing.
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Surely that’s what she’s here for, too far adrift for her shadow to whisk across the cliffside.
Closer by, Silas has a light touch, the pipe taken and turned around in his fingers for him to examine the hollow of the bowl. He takes the pouch also, less careful in his handling save to keep it upright where he tucks it in at his side, away from the wind.
As a matter of course, out here in the direct sunlight, he nicks up her hat to fit it down over his own dome before he sets to packing.
“How often have you made love outdoors?”