An impromptu rooftop visit

He recalled her wild spontaneity, always pushing him beyond his comfort zone. He’d fallen in love on an impromptu rooftop adventure.

As she’d sat there, enjoying the sunset, he’d sat watching the wind whipping her long, beautiful hair aroundโ€ฆ worrying that she might get blown off the roof.


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44 thoughts on “An impromptu rooftop visit”

  1. So much fun, David. To be at the rooftop with winds lashing and hair billowing in the winds

    Hank

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