Summer Of Love

Dear Delilah

Yesterday, I was toiling around my terrace and listening to the Presley songs you adore so much. I was waiting for you to climb up my terrace stairs and call out my name.

My mother disrupted my dream sequence, and complained that I was moping around as though … Continue Reading

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