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// Filed under: Life on Monday September 05th 2005, 9:44 am From 1200 miles across the Tasman she writes, her fingers not always on time, but always delightful. Confusion and intrigue envelop me in alternation - there is something greater going on in these conversations than I can fathom. Back and forth we twirl, an issue skirted, a smiling parry. Something sits, out of focus, in the background. Behind the words it looms; I can’t see the details, but I know it’s important. I sense she knows more about it than I do; that perhaps she’d like to share. But I don’t dare ask, for while I may give of myself easily, others need more time. But, perhaps it is all in my head. Perhaps I read too deep into things. In the meantime, the music is beautiful, and the night ever young. And I’d love to keep dancing. // 2 Comments
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The amzing bald guy says:
September 7, 2005 at 12:09 pm
Gussy says:
September 12, 2005 at 5:14 pm