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In the huge mysteries of time and space I feel
your arm about my shoulder and am not afraid.
Category: Mature Lovers Author: Pam Brown
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To lie with you under a ceiling bright with shifting water shadows -- that's good. To drowse in flower-scented darkness -- that's good. But best of all is rain-drumming, roaring, gushing from the guttering-and we two warm and dry and safe together, in each other's arms.
Category: Togetherness Author: Pam Brown
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It's nice for me to be me,
It's nice for you to be you,
But it's best for us to be us.
Category: Togetherness Author: Pam Brown
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Those days of freedom can be anywhere. Long silver beaches. Tangled alleyways. Temples against the skyline ... churches resonant with song. Merry go rounds. Coral reefs. A rambling pension in Provence. But always at the heart of them a quiet room, high ceilinged, bright with sunlight, a great white bed. And you.
Category: Togetherness Author: Pam Brown
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