I hope dear reader you’re not sitting on the bench being judgmental. If so, for a moment I’d like you to join me in the dock.
Perhaps you’ll understand when I say the song of sunburnt days was so seductive it filled my brain and a compulsion stronger than me took control. But even as I took that route my subconscious told me the song would fade and too soon the days would shorten and in the cool evening air I’d evolve into a loyal wife.
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