Nearly crippled over the years by her stunning physical beauty, she's alone now. They all have their stories. If you stand in the right place it's obviously the same story. The "real world" was, I believe, modeled on a Robert Altman movie. Everybody speaks at once. What is happening depends on which way you're facing. Turn around and it's a different scene.
Last night I mingled with my past.
Coming home is my reward. For now. Twelve years ago I looked into her eyes and saw her sweet soul. Now I look into those tired eyes and I see the universe and I see love. All the love in the world.
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