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She gracefully walks. A disciplined bearing, she floats across the square. sublimity in sneakers glides into my presence. her face delights in her smile. her eyes hold me. An elegant neck half-turned their ally. eyes shining, ears peaking through hair softer than a night in Wales on the Irish Sea. if I told her every day for a year, would she know I'm at her feet?

Bankrupt_Word_Clerk 25-Jun-05/2:18 PM
I spent four days in a town next to the Great Orme headland named Llandudno. I recall walking on the stony beaches after 'gentlmen, time please' was called at the bar. The night was soft and relaxing, and the girl was too. I don't remember HER name, but I do remember the sound of the birds on the headland calling into the night.




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