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OH THE DRAMA...
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mardi, avril 06, 2004
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(from karen...)
When I think about it, my eyes glaze over and I can't help but smile, that smile of purity and affection. That smile of innocence and a dreamlike state. I can't help but feel a certain magic about it and I can't get that image out of my mind, not that I want to, of the beauty that was before me, and the look it gave me. The words said and the eyes piercing me with the questions and answers of what was said before a word was uttered. I knew what was to be said, I wanted to say it, but the eyes staring at me stole my breath and made me doubt that both could want this. Not me, this would never happen to me, but, yes, it was. The smiles on the face, the silky touch, all will be remembered, for in my eyes it was magic, and nothing can replace it. The experience was one that can't be forgotten because of its occurence. Things like this are written down, for the value is too great to forget.
8:22 PM
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