So I write to myself hoping I say something entertaining just to be passing the time another way than watching TV, anything but that.
Do you like poetry?
Turning to her after looking at the stars Carol's hair lay limp, trembling in the frozen grass reminding me what John Keath wrote in St Agnes Eve, "The hare limped trembling through the frozen grass." and how Carol's beautiful auburn hair flowing so alive in a light breeze capturing our moment together that I would remember forever.
Our kiss seemed perfect late that nigh hidden away from everyone else at the New Orleans lakefront, 1962.
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