L.M. Mountford

With Bated Breath

With Bated Breath

We wait with bated breath until sunrise–when all the shadows burn away with morning’s light. Waiting for the next shoe to fall or a horrible situation to reveal itself.We wait with bated breath for one more touch from our lovers–some of which are gone forever and some of whom we haven’t met, yet.We wait with bated breath for another moment of beauty–even if it’s only fleeting.Join us as we wait with bated breath.

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