
United Forever
This story was inspired (loosely) by a monument dedicated to the Moorish poet Ibn Zaydun and his lady love, Princess Vallada, in Cordoba, Spain
This story was inspired (loosely) by a monument dedicated to the Moorish poet Ibn Zaydun and his lady love, Princess Vallada, in Cordoba, Spain
Soon we will be in bed. You will kiss my forehead and turn away, to your phone.
I will pretend to read, but really look at your graying head until I fall asleep.
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