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“Writing is a consequence of having been 'haunted' by material. Why this is, no one knows.”
― Joyce Carol Oates
(This is so true. At night, when the moon is just right, I can see Eric's white face in the woods behind my house, looking up at my window with an expression I can not read.)
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i believe eric is looking at you with love and adoration...
ReplyDeletez
I sure hope so. As charming as he might be, I never forget he's a v-a-m-p-I-r-e, lol.
ReplyDeletehe is also a fascinating historian and lover...maybe he is just biding his time, awaiting his turn *!* with you.
ReplyDeletesweet dreams
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Look outside some night, he might be outside your window too .....
ReplyDeletenot sure I can take it if he is...or if he is not....pea brain is better pretending he is snuggling me instead *guffaws*
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btw, happy hump day to you! *ahem*