Silver sat beside me. I’d known her five years, during the storms of divorces, a partnership forged in the first moment and rock steady every moment since. We communicated, cooperated and commiserated. I counted on her to provide perspective. No matter how close we stayed, we experienced whole different nights. Huge amounts of what went on those nights, I learned from what she heard, what she saw, what she thought. I was often preoccupied. She had little else to do.

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David Cain, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet - author of Witch, Song of Songs, Journals of Lord Malinov, Erotic Romances and others ...
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