By the River

They knew each other since they were children. Her mother, a pregnant, escaped slave somehow found her way to his people. His parents took care of her and when she died, they raised her daughter. He was four when she was born. He loved her from the moment he saw her. He was very protective …

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I follow him into the wood, my brave warrior. My heart is racing as I stumble between the trees which seem to clear a path to where he is. I find him at our tree, wearing a breechcloth. My breath is fast and unsteady but it's not from the exercise.  It's the sight of his …

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