Sweet surrender. I didn’t know that I was holding on. I didn’t know. Until French Husband reached out and held me. Then I knew what I didn’t know before. That I was holding on and tired. Sweet surrender. Sweet slumber.
The kiss, the awakening, the knowing… and now the letting go, and being caught without knowing I was falling.
Photo: Taken last Christmas at the Louvre in Paris. To know more about click here: The Kiss
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