To know my mother was almost like receiving a glimpse into heaven. She wasn't famous or extreme, but she was beautiful in a way that not even words can explain. She had the silkiest spool of blonde hair that when you ran your fingers through it, it would tickle the palm of your hand. …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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