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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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I am in a very level forest of trees that had turned to gold with fall foliage. The forest ground is very clear and easy to walk on. I am getting flashes of another day..... same woods except it is a damp and chill day. No sun and there is mist throughout the woods. I'm carrying a rifle. I think I may be dressed in civilian clothes, a wool sweater, and a coat and hat. The leaves are almost all on the ground and they look reddish brown. It is very damp. I feel a little chilled. I think I'm looking for deer, but I'm not all that earnest for the hunt. I'm enjoying the quiet peace. I think I'm alone, but I was with someone earlier. This place makes me think of the Voss family. For some reason I'm looking forward to having a good meal once I return to the house. I know that the women are back at the house cooking something wonderful. It reminds me of Thanksgiving. I along with a few other were politely kicked out of the house. That is one of the reasons why I'm not hell bent on finding a deer or anything. The mist is really heavy and it is starting to get dark and I head back to the house. Inside it's dark and warm. It is late afternoon. I half expect it to snow a little. I remember standing next to the fireplace with something hot to drink in my hand. It's alcoholic in nature and hot in temperature. The color is milky brown like hot chocolate. There are several other people in the room. I'm not sure what year this is. I'm eyeing Margret, but I'm not doing anything to get her attention. I'm not sure whether Werner is here or not. I feel like he should be. I am having difficulty in seeing people's faces clearly. I feel a strong sexual attraction to Margret. She is sitting on the couch and everyone is chatting merrily. There are a few kids running about. I think they must be cousins. One of them could be the girl that I insulted in another memory at Margret's bedroom window. I think it must be about four or five in the afternoon. It is either September, October, or November. It is hard for me to say. Margret keeps looking at me. Either I'm trying to control myself or I'm too bashful to respond. She makes my heart pound. I think before I start to have too much of a reaction to her stare one of the older ladies of the family comes into the room and says that dinner is about to be served. I think Werner invited me to visit with him at home. |
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