Prompt 19: On Love
On how to treasure the small daily acts of love
When I slip beneath the quilt and fold into
your warmth, I think we are like the pages
of a love letter written thirty years ago
that some aging god still reads each day
and then tucks back into its envelope.
-Ellen Bass, Getting Into Bed On A December Night
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