It would be perfect, a perfect night indeed. The sun would have set, what seemed like hours ago, and we wouldn't have an ounce of need to shiver within us. The moon would be full and bright, producing enough light to kiss the sun good-bye. The sky would cooperate with the moon, and leave a few clouds in the sky for us to gaze at while holding eachother's sweaty nervous hands. We would both turn to eachother and say how pretty the sky is, and how nice the night is, and how lucky we are to have the beautiful stars to look at. I would agree with you, but know in my head that they're really looking at us, painting us this wonderful picture, and this elaborate masterpiece of an artful night, this wonderful chain of events, leading to the finale of the purple-skyed warm, breezy mid-summer's night, the pressing of the upper, the meeting of the lower, and the parting of the two, but not before they press against one another to slightly push open one-another, and share the love that is undescri
2006-06-17
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