“In this summer heat, I must remember that the realest things are the closest and farthest away, like the warmth found in winter: the heat hidden in the folds of one's coat, a lost floating breath, a kiss across the distance of zero degrees.” SummerWinterKisses Across DistanceFloating Breaths Author:Meia Geddes
“The caress of each word becoming one with the page. Twisting beneath the touch of the pen, forming a trail of permanent kisses, until they reach me.” LoveWritingPaperCaressMessage In A BottlePen And PaperLove NotesKisses Across Distance Book:Fragments of a Reflection: Short Stories & Poetry Source: Fragments of a Reflection: Short Stories & Poetry