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Please note that the memories and artwork contained herein are copyrighted 1999, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008 |
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Sitting at a large dinning table. There are lots of people around, but most importantly I can see across the table to the right and behind the candle sticks is the my lovely Margret. We keep stealing glances at each other. I can't see anyone else's face except hers. I know the table cloth is white and the dishes are fine, silver serving ware is being used and servers are walking about making sure that everyone has what they need. I am also aware that many conversations are going on around me, but all I can truly focus on us her. I think she knows that I'm taken with her and she smiles back at me. I wonder if anyone has noticed my pre-occupation with looking at her. I wish she were sitting closer to me. The person across from me keeps trying to get my attention by talking with me. I don't really want to talk with them, but I must be polite. I wish someone would move those damn candle sticks! I feel as if everyone around me wants to take my attention away from her. The dinner is quite splendid and the table is set with all the finest dinnerware. The food was good, but all that was on my mind was her. The person to my left taps me on the shoulder and asks me to hand them something, which I do and they proceed to discuss something with me. This lady next to me chatters on and makes me laugh a little and then I look back to Margret, and she is involved in some conversation centered on the other end of the table. I see her laugh and she is interested in what is being said. I can't hear what is being said, so I feel a little frustrated. There is nothing I can do. I'm amazed that I can't focus on the faces of the other people at the table. She is the only one that I can see. She has this lovely smile that is gentle and graceful. And she tilts her head shyly to the side when she smiles at me, and I am like a deer caught in the headlights of a car. |
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