Craving for Salt
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tabaquiSeeley Booth and a Latino-heavy neighborhood *because the boys are so, so pretty* and a wall with a virgin Mary painted on it and maybe flowers or offerings left underneath...
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Lust is the craving for salt of a person who is dying of thirst ~ Frederick Buechner, Wishful Thinking, 1973
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Seeley walked through them until he found the one who didn't look away. )
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That said, this was astounding. Harsh and lush and beautiful, so heartbreaking -- Seeley's parallel lives are summed up so precisely and so sensually and with such ease in something as deceptively simple as a pair of alleys.
This isn't fanfic.
*adores*
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Thank you so much, Annie. You rock my world. And if I've created a Booth that you like, it is because you've been there every step of the way with me.
Thank you.
*loves*
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*dances with you*
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We all crave this!
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Yay!!!
**twirls you**
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I'm so pleased you enjoyed this.
*hugs*
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Seriously, I'm lost for words.
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Thank you, Jules. Thank you.
xoxo
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