Bathing under a moonshone riverA Chapter by Stu. T.H.Love, can be a placebo for alcohol.
Walking thin trails amidst the river,
At this hour, who is my foe? Under moonlight, your form I admired, The wine, the water, drowns away my low. - Leon / Stu. T.H. (May 27, 2024) © 2024 Stu. T.H.Author's Note
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