Sunday, November 4, 2012


I went to use the restroom and then ventured around back to the beach.  The loneliness I felt earlier washed over me again.  I took off my shoes and walked down to the lake.  The moonlight danced on the water.  There was a slight breeze, so the lake lapped softly at the shore.  What would I do when I went back home?  

Lisa Loomis--(Casanova Cowboy--a novel) Available on Amazon


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