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An indecent sun-in-winter,
streaming through
your remorseful hair. Naked
in the half-open door, your
eyes to one side: pure of vision,
pure of heart.
Member-only story
An indecent sun-in-winter,
streaming through
your remorseful hair. Naked
in the half-open door, your
eyes to one side: pure of vision,
pure of heart.