There he left me, standing in pools of fluid emotion filled with love that aches... The night wrapped around us and we spoke to each other with only a gaze... His kiss, it lingered on my lips as I watched `til he vanished into the mist and his voice echoes through my soul: "A manana"... c. 1999
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that she is, loves, and learns Welcome to the fruits of my mind, rich with flavor and heavy with thought...bold and fresh, and sometimes bruised... Like life, they can be gentle or intense, tough or tender, full of pain or full of grace.
This is life through the eyes of a modern-day Eve-- An Eve who has seen and felt the ages, learned to live and dream in a world where we've already tasted the fruit... It's not always roses, but that's life... for bitter or sweet. ...aftertaste...I remember when life was simple and pure, when we had but ask and it be given. It is now a different day, a different time, a different place... ...A mile in my shoes...
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