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Somewhere in Time

That song would always take us there. A beach, white sand, blue water, swaying palm trees and your pony tail flowing down blowin'in the wind. Like children, we built castles and palaces with the sand, snapped photos of each other, and watched that flimsy contraption of paper and string floating on the breeze. At sunset, we would spread a blanket, unpack a basket and lay back for a picnic on the beach. Turn a different corner we would never have met, and faint hope would never have soared. Sometime following that sunset, in the still of the night to angel of the morning, the silence of your gestures and your smiles attracted me, then you said stay, and it was complete. Strange how a song sounds like a memory, like a recording of a summer's day at the beach wkamen Posts: 89Joined: June 28th, 2010, 9:28 pm

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