The beauty of fireworks danced among the cerulean sky, colors etched across the horizon. The summer air was warm yet a slight breeze seemed to covet the earth every few minutes, bringing with it the smell of freshly planted roses, a few balconies down. Marlena Evans-Black sat outside, her gaze fixed on the site above …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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