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She clad in modesty head to foot
He in tee shirt and jeans
Their eyes locked, absorbed in each other,
oblivious to another's presence in the bus shelter.
Felt the intimacy of mutual affection
Her forefinger caressed a spot just above his ear
and whispered sweet words in a foreign language
Love in a language not my own.
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