Thursday, March 25, 2004

Fragrance of a flower

A delicate scent lingers in my memory. An exotic fragrance from a tropical land. Warm sand with gentle surf line the shores of the islands in my dream. I am not alone, in this dream. A sensual creature, a warm and sharing lover, holds me. Together we explore, discover and create. We remain connected over miles of ocean, forest and mountain. Our grip is firm, yet gentle. We smile. And continue our lives.

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