the only two chairs that were at the table. We sat
directly across the table from each other, and as we
completed our smooth movement into chairs, we looked into
each others eyes. His eyes caught the lines of light
between us, and he held me tightly in his gaze. My body
danced silently with the joy of the surrender and the
merging of energies.

Again, as if on cue from a previously orchestrated
script, I picked up a pen and I began to write. After some
time I reviewed what I had written. I stared at the
longhand manuscript. It was a page of long smooth gold
lines that took the twists and turns of English script.
The page was filled with gold writing that sparkled and
reflected its light. It glittered as the light of the sun
 
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