I eagerly sought a most violent storm, the thunder burst from the heavens. With curiosity I stood, the dazzling light entirely reduced to the laws of electricity.

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I eagerly sought a most violent storm, the thunder burst from the heavens. With curiosity I stood, the dazzling light entirely reduced to the laws of electricity.
In that moment love seemed only natural to exist in them.
The raw look on his face, the passion for her wistfully burning and vulnerable, made her feel as if she was the centre of all creation.
Talk: what do you feel? Are you ashamed of reopening wounds?
Somewhere within we reflected the beauty of nature.
A writer is what I am, There's no question of that.
My heart needed new dreams, a peaceful big change, a new life.
Dream until real love is around.
Love was simple but it felt like a jumbled vulnerable curiosity and I was utterly without will.
In her heart the strange potency she felt a sudden flame of wonder only to be near him.