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An old memory insipired a smile -- someone I knew long
ago.
She stood in the old wooden gazebo, eyes fixed in he distance. Her form was a vertical wave, with a rigidity interrupted by soft curves of perfect expression and beauty. The pre-fall leaves, still without a breeze, worked as a thousand mirrors, each focusing a ray of moonlight on her form.
My breath was momentarily stolen as I caught sight of this loveliness. Clothing augmented form, making it impossible in the dimness to know where man's hand ended and the Goddess's creation began. Only disrobed would the image have sharpened further, but surely such an absolute site would have caused my life to be mortally overcome with desire. Without loss of poise or certainty, she twisted to face her observer, wearing a complex array of self for light to fall about. Were it water flowing past instead of light, it would have babbled with pleasure and laughed in its joy to bath her.
Her eyes caught mine and opened my soul without effort. Deep down affections were caressed and ignited. Her smile changed with the knowledge of her effortless conquest and her find.
The glow of her eyes relayed her feelings, and then her heart. I waited, open, for her soul to be offered and my desire and consternation over her denial took her deep within herself. Re-emerging in a flash was an offering from the depths of beauty mixed with sorrow. A love callously rejected was being shed, and I was honored by her effort.
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