Free Hand #45

Running cold against the shoreline, the waves leap up to grab my ankles waiting to see the edge of the horizon, waiting to crumble into the sand.   If you are reading this Thank You for taking time out of your day to read my writing! I hope you will return in the future! -Alina

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Free Hand #43

The body that aches after indulgence the dull throb that pierces the brain. I'm left waiting to discover a feeling that lives between pleasure and pain.   If you are reading this Thank You for taking time out of your day to read my writing! I hope you will return in the future! -Alina