By Lee Blevins

18th Century Tinder Message

O’ Sweetest Sight, As first I beheld your pleasant visage, a thunderous pulse ran through my veins, and left me shaken, as if by earthquake or long-suffering peasant mother. The fleeting faces I had held but moments before aloft as if precious baubles became but trinkets then, befit a gypsy or an American. I read …

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