If she asked, Iād pull down the moon for her, climb the slender stair that stretches the length of my longing to pluck it from the sky. But even this well-worn path measures only half the distance between her heart and mine.
If she asked, Iād pull down the moon for her, climb the slender stair that stretches the length of my longing to pluck it from the sky. But even this well-worn path measures only half the distance between her heart and mine.
Christine Hanolsy 
Awwww. Beautifully written, as always.
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š Thank you, Meg!
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Wow. So poetic. And I love your use of alliteration. š
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You’re well on your way to making all of us fall in love with M.
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*hahaha* You all should. But she’s mine-all-mine.
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So much love? She is really blessed ā¤
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Filled with so much hope and delicious romance…love this one! ā„
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Hopeful romantic.
Loved this.
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“length of my longing” is a wonderful phrase.
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Thank you, Cyn – I actually built most of the story around that.
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I loved this so much, Christine. Beautifully written.
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Thank you!!
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I love this!!
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Thank you!! Hey, you should join in one of these days – our challenges are all unmoderated this summer, so no pressure!
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I would love to….once I get back to a regular schedule at work. These 10 and 12 hour days are really cutting into my WP time. š¦
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Ugh, I hear you. But you know, any of the last three posts on your blog would be good for our non-fiction challenge. You could slap a badge on one of them, post the link… Just sayin’…
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I’ll look at it when I get home. Thanks!
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