I let go of the handle. The night wind was taking the warmth from my fingertips, little by little.
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EbbLv.5
There was a night when, the moment I let go of the handle, the sound of the door closing seemed unusually loud. That sound seemed to keep watch, in my place, over the spot I'd left.
Late FrostLv.5
Only after passing through that sound of the door closing did I, for the first time, take the measure of that person's warmth left in my palm.
There was a night when, the moment I let go of the handle, the sound of the door closing seemed unusually loud. That sound seemed to keep watch, in my place, over the spot I'd left.
Only after passing through that sound of the door closing did I, for the first time, take the measure of that person's warmth left in my palm.