Much as I am a sun, summer, ocean shore lovin’ creature …. there is something about a night like this. Harvest moon is a clear sky, brisk air. It stirs me, energy skitters across the surface of my skin then dives to trace the edges of my swirling center, pulling and teasing and wanting more. ~ happy sigh~
‘Tis the Witching Hour.
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