Delaware Sheets written by: Eric Robert Nolan @ericrnolan1 Sharon lies, a sylph amid the sheets in our room in the hills, drawn up around her – are waves of fabric. Her warmth is the same as that of green hills: gentle, blessed by the sun, fertile with promise. Her dark eyes are as thickets.
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