Sunday, June 8, 2008
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Was there anything that couldn't be done. That long lean back turning the earth, turning minds young and old. More graceful than the best dancer, thoughts that make a scholar feel lazy, stamina that would make a boxer stumble. The beauty of a rained upon pine. The fragrance, unforgetable. Forgive me for being lost in her beauty.
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