Writing explores and exudes the confounded and wistful side curtailing those wishing well water currents, the unknown revisited, the inspired and resounding truth that demonstrates your envisions.
When I'm being conveyed by the belt to Virginia's 1920's and 30's, the speed of travelling is steep and emotionally arousing, so fast and swift, so enthralling that I suddenly find myself involved in a new air, a fresh and intense respite into flow and thought and sensorial fireworks where I rapidly see the light and the right words that delightfully gather me and reflect the cherries of passion gone and present, that sensual feeling I get from postures, faces, poses, how women move around the space, their luscious necks lengthening when turning to look at you, their heads thrown back during laughter. It is being home.
Will she then choose me?
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