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Date Posted: Thu, May 04 2023, 8:26:23
Author: kgp
Subject: QOTD for Thursday, May 4, 2023

The following quotation is from Go Tell The Bees That I Am Gone by Diana Gabaldon. Copyright 2021 All Rights Reserved. Chapter 102 The Winds Of Winter


He touched his own lips with the back of his hand. Such a strange kiss, and somehow wonderful. For those few moments, when their lips had met and their bodies pressed together, kindling each other in the wet, chilly garden, it was as though some connection had been forged between them - as though he knew her now, in some way beyond words.

And he’d bloody wanted to know her a lot further - and she him. At one point he’d slid his hand up the long bare thigh under her skirts, taken her mound in the palm of his hand, and felt the fullness, the slickness of her, wanting him. The pads of his fingers rubbed half consciously against his palm, tingling.

He swallowed and tried to put the memories of Amaranthus away. For now.

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[> How did I forget this?!? Lol. -- Kathy in PA, Thu, May 04 2023, 14:59:49


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[> [> I find it interesting that this echos (in the bone) the feeling between Jamie and Claire - kindling each other, feeling an uncommon bond, . . . Are they meant to be? -- kgp, Thu, May 04 2023, 16:59:30


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