Two more, then I will let the weeds come back and the patient return to its coma.
...................BUBBLES #'s 5,6,&7
.....As it is recieved, it is then frozen, daily lying away stored safely, until it is removed by inspiration and warmed withe rememberence.
.....The foreplay of its supple taste is even more appealing than the moment it was first harvested; though, reality can rob it of it's fresh picked taste, unfortunately.
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.....She had come even though I had thought otherwise. For a few days prior to seeing her, much time was spent envisioning our time together.
.....Upon her arrival, elation filled my being as her laughter drifted up into the room where I was awaiting the beginning of the game. When I parted the curtain I came face to face with my hopes and my fears.
.....I had hoped for a five person round table, but there were eight, and a gallery of spectators as well. The feeling of uninhibited spontenaity vacated my spirit as strangers mingled into the night's expectation causing attention to comptinplate many unkowns instead of one wanted to be known better.
.....The words herewith come with difficulty, yet even more so from my lips unto the ears of others with whom I am less familiar. The more people within the range of my personality, the more my silence radiates.
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.....Like my passion for writing, ALL care is taken for that which is important to me; therefore it IS the combination of colors and the myth of the flora, and whatever lingering sweetness surrounds the arrangement is a bonus to the giver. It is ALL because I can see someone special, tucked away in one of the unkown rooms, recieve them. It is somehow hoped her world will be just as bright, even as the memory of her brightens my own world, when I go to Magic Town.
.....................................................Its the thinking
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Written for Sara, the woman I love, and married a year later.
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