‘Afterwards they would lie deliciously for long hours in the sun, long hours in the welcoming heat of sand, drinking in the perfume of each other laughing at the sand that was in all of their places they had explored with their lovemaking…’at least,’she whispered out loud to herself, clutching the jar tightly and staring at her hard reflection in the window above the sink, ‘at least until we had had enough.’ Her eyes were like steel, ice and grey as she remembered the day that turned their skies to black.
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