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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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Margret and I are making love by an open window. It is daytime, about 11 or 12 am, spring or summer, this window is open and I can see the green landscape outside. We are at least one story up from the ground level. I am on top of her and we are on a small love seat. We don't seem to be worried about being caught. It is a sunny day and bright happy sunlight is coming in. The love seat is dark wood with a peachy pink colored upholstry that has the studs put into it to make it look puffy. The love seat has rounded corners and the sides curve from the back. It is easy for Margret to lay on her back, but it is difficult for me. No room for my legs. The sun shines across Margret's face. She is giggling probably because we are having fun, and I am struggling and having a heck of a time trying to get to her. The bottom of the window is a little lower than the back of the love seat. The room has white walls and another window. I think there is a piano in the room. We seem awfully high up. I think this is my parent's home. The floor is hardwood with rugs placed in various areas. I am not the least bit worried about being caught. This is not Margret's family home. We are both laughing and giggling. I think I may have made the suggestion to try the piano, which we both thought would be ridiculously funny to attempt. I can't get over how beautiful the day is and how happy Margret and I are. She looks as lovely as ever. The sun feels good and the air from the open window is fresh and we can hear birds from outside. I think we are contemplating going for a picnic since the day is so wonderful. I think I suggest that we can find a private place for more fun. She has this smile that is so inviting and reassuring. I could just look at her all day. I'm getting a flash of a picnic basket. It is fairly heavy. I am unsure what is in it. I get the impression that I have a blanket folded and draped over my left shoulder and that I am carrying the basket in my right hand. I think I am at home. Margret and I are walking together. There are lots of trees and nice rolling hills. |
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