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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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I'm standing somewhere, but I'm not sure where. I'm bare-chested and am only wearing my underwear. There are a woman's hands moving across my chest. It feels good. I can't tell whether she is Margret or not. She has very white skin and her hair is dark brown. She is wearing it down. It is early morning hours when the sun shines intensely through the window. She is wearing some kind of slip like garment and a robe that is light colored and silky with a green floral pattern. The furniture placement in the room reminds me of the guest room in the Voss household. I'm trying to focus on her. Her hair is different from how I normally see it. She has the top part softly pulled back and the rest is flowing down on her shoulders. We are facing each other and I step forward and put my arms around her. I push her hair back from her neck and I kiss her neck. It is Margret! I can see her beautiful eyes and smile. I think she likes being kissed on the neck and I like doing it. |
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