Waking With Russell

I asked that I might be excused, a small boon that were more than delighted to grant. After the dust and the scions had died, the waves all came wailing and weeping to claim what they could of their tenderised menfolk. These points were written when they were younger. It's a point called 'Waking with Russell' The day we woke up face to face like lovers and his four-day old smile dawned on him again, possessed him till it would not fall or wave her. An eye-peach bark not my old hard-pressed grin but his own smile or one that we discovered. Whatever the difference is, it all began the day we woke