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Please note that the memories and artwork contained herein are copyrighted 1999, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007 |
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The sunlight is pouring down from behind her and she seems to glow with a heavenly light. She is surrounded by bright green living things of nature that are vivid with the color of spring. Her skin and body are so perfectly formed that she could rival any great master's work of art, and her hair is soft and full and difficult to resist to touch. But her crowning glories are her sparkling eyes that reveal a playful intellect and her wondrous smile that is so charming and sweet that it seduces. She enchants me, and her power still works beyond the boundaries of eternity and time. I talk with my Margret in this setting. She is sitting down upon a white wrought iron bench in a garden, and I'm crouched down looking up at her. I am not sure what I've said or done, but she looks embarrassed but not in a bad way. I get the impression that something may have upset her and I'm trying to re-assure her or make her feel better. It is during the mid afternoon hours and we are in a park. The bench is located along a pathway and behind it are tall shrubs that are at least 8 feet high. Trimmed grass is all around. Across the lawn some 25 feet is a street and many tall buildings. The buildings are gothic in nature, at least I think it's gothic. One building is an old church with tall spires and is constructed out of greyish brown stone. The street is fairly busy since I can see people and automobiles moving about. The sky is clear and warm. I get the impression that we are pressed for time, but I don't want to push her. I want her to tell me that she feels better without me rushing her. I keep wondering if this has something to do with the night before in the garden. The more I think about it, it does have something to do with the night before in the garden. I'm not sure whether she is upset with me, herself, or the other girls. Hmm. I'm down on one knee in front if her talking, and I know we need to go into the church where the wedding is being held. The park is in the center area of the town which is rather busy. It must be about 4 o'clock in the afternoon and she is crying. I'm not doing so well. I volunteered to go after her, and I thought I'd fix this problem without much trouble. She seemed fine earlier this day, so I didn't think that she or any of the girls would have any problem with the previous evenings activities. I didn't think she had a problem with what happened. Someone must have said something to her. I think I finally tell her that we must be going back to the church. The girls seemed so self assured of themselves that I didn't even think that there would be any problems. I'm left feeling unsure because I like Margret and want her. I get the impression that she has been lead to think otherwise. It's so annoyingly complicated. She's afraid that I will just use her and come on to her because she was so available last night. The feeling of dilemma has set upon me. I can't really say I'm sorry because I didn't do anything to hurt anyone. I also can't tell her what she did was bad because I liked it and wanted her. She tells me that she is upset, but not with me. She seems to be more upset with herself and the other girls. I try to reassure and she seems a little happier, but I'm not really sure that I have solved the problem. |
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