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Thursday, August 04, 2005

Heavenly

Crickets loudly singing their chirping song, echoing through the heat and sliding off perfect blades of grass on a hot summer afternoon. Thermometers with their mercury levels off the chart and you know it's true as a bead of sweat collects at the nape of your neck. You feel another sliding down to join it in a pool of summer bliss. "Too hot," you say, knowing you wouldn't want it any other way. Lying on the grass, a gentle touch from the person next to you tells you that you're home in a way that nothing else ever could. You sigh as you relax even deeper into the warmth of the day. Enjoying the man playing guitar gently, in an off-hand way that you would love to perfect. The sound wraps around your body and someone starts singing the lonesome blues and heaven is in you now. Heavenly summer afternoon.

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