A time for us Someday there'll be A new world A world of shining hope for you and me For you and me....... Another dreary grey winter's day had settled in Salem and John Black's heart and soul were as bleak as the foreboding dark cloudiness of the late afternoon sky above him. A woman …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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