He smiled then pressed his lips against hers and in that moment she knew she’d be stuck trying to understand the weight of his kiss for years to come.
-Saschia
The Weight of His Kiss
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Jayne is a writer. On her free time she likes to be with her family hiking outdoors and traveling. New England is her home and place of birth. When asked what she wants to teach the world she replied, "Don't stop searching. Too many times, in my old life, I put my search aside for more 'important matters.' I didn't realize the thing I was searching for held what was most important; my soul purpose." Jayne works daily improving her craft and at times can get down on herself, but her favorite morning mantra is "It's a new day." and that's what she strives to start with. View more posts
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Great post 🙂
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Thank you 😊😊
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