When they pulled apart, a single straw clung to her hair. He plucked it gently and tucked it into his shirt pocket.
The intersection of divine ideals and human vulnerability. haylo and kiss
Here are reviews for the three most likely interpretations: When they pulled apart, a single straw clung to her hair
Then she leaned in. Not a hurried thing. A slow lean, like dusk settling. Her hand on his cheek. Her lips on his. When they pulled apart
He sat in the hay, boots dangling over the edge, and pulled out a folded letter. Her handwriting. Meet me in the haylo. One last time.
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