I saw her at the edge of the cliff, dancing with her arms extended, fingers grasped, to form a perfect ring. “What are you doing?” I said. “I’m dancing with my husband before I join him on the bottom.”
I saw her at the edge of the cliff, dancing with her arms extended, fingers grasped, to form a perfect ring. “What are you doing?” I said. “I’m dancing with my husband before I join him on the bottom.”