Tender is the night - Primeval Drabble
Jess didn’t think she’d ever tire of seeing the night sky free of light pollution. She lay back in the grass, Becker at her side, both of them looking up at the stars.
Jess pointed to a familiar constellation over their heads.
“That’s the plough,” she told him. He turned to give her an admiring look. So there was no need to break the mood by ( Read more... )
Jess pointed to a familiar constellation over their heads.
“That’s the plough,” she told him. He turned to give her an admiring look. So there was no need to break the mood by ( Read more... )
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