...dark embers smolder inside me - one touch and they flare - who would have thought memory combustible, or near you bri — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...dark embers smolder inside me - one touch and they flare - who would have thought memory combustible, or near you bri — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...dark embers smolder inside me - one touch and they flare - who would have thought memory combustible, or near you bri — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...dark embers smolder inside me - one touch and they flare - who would have thought memory combustible, or near you bri — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...dark embers smolder inside me - one touch and they flare - who would have thought memory combustible, or near you bri — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...dark embers smolder inside me - one touch and they flare - who would have thought memory combustible, or near you bri — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...dark embers smolder inside me - one touch and they flare - who would have thought memory combustible, or near you bri — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...dark embers smolder inside me - one touch and they flare - who would have thought memory combustible, or near you bri — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...dark embers smolder inside me - one touch and they flare - who would have thought memory combustible, or near you bri — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...dark embers smolder inside me - one touch and they flare - who would have thought memory combustible, or near you bri — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...dark embers smolder inside me - one touch and they flare - who would have thought memory combustible, or near you bri — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...dark embers smolder inside me - one touch and they flare - who would have thought memory combustible, or near you bri — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...dark embers smolder inside me - one touch and they flare - who would have thought memory combustible, or near you bri — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...dark embers smolder inside me - one touch and they flare - who would have thought memory combustible, or near you bri — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...dark embers smolder inside me - one touch and they flare - who would have thought memory combustible, or near you bri — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...dark embers smolder inside me - one touch and they flare - who would have thought memory combustible, or near you bri — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...dark embers smolder inside me - one touch and they flare - who would have thought memory combustible, or near you bri — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...dark embers smolder inside me - one touch and they flare - who would have thought memory combustible, or near you bri — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...dark embers smolder inside me - one touch and they flare - who would have thought memory combustible, or near you bri — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...dark embers smolder inside me - one touch and they flare - who would have thought memory combustible, or near you bri — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...dark embers smolder inside me - one touch and they flare - who would have thought memory combustible, or near you bri — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...dark embers smolder inside me - one touch and they flare - who would have thought memory combustible, or near you bri — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...dark embers smolder inside me - one touch and they flare - who would have thought memory combustible, or near you bri — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...dark embers smolder inside me - one touch and they flare - who would have thought memory combustible, or near you bri — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...dark embers smolder inside me - one touch and they flare - who would have thought memory combustible, or near you bri — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...dark embers smolder inside me - one touch and they flare - who would have thought memory combustible, or near you bri — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...dark embers smolder inside me - one touch and they flare - who would have thought memory combustible, or near you bri — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...dark embers smolder inside me - one touch and they flare - who would have thought memory combustible, or near you bri — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...dark embers smolder inside me - one touch and they flare - who would have thought memory combustible, or near you bri — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
...dark embers smolder inside me - one touch and they flare - who would have thought memory combustible, or near you bri — John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
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...dark embers smolder inside me - one touch and they flare - who would have thought memory combustible, or near you bright sparks appear?...

— John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
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