Scents of the river wafted to her nose on the warm evening breeze. Algae, wood pylon, caught fish and boat oil mixed with a musty, chlorine and black soil tang. The water level hadn't been this low in all the years she'd made this city her home. Evenings past had witnessed more fishermen returning and …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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