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- Friday, February 24, 2012 : Photography, The Locals

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Kissing Lauralea
Earlier that night I had been waiting to pick her up for the banquet. Nervously waiting, shivering in the cool early evening breeze, and she came out of the door in a blue twirl, showing off the dress she had made for the occasion. She looked beautiful there on the step in that dress. Her shoulder length hair pinned back on one side, smiling with her mouth and her eyes. The light blue dress with the tiny white dots, shoulders visible through the clear material and those tiny five inch black heels that would lift her to the hight of 5' 3". She looked amazing there, I'm sure I smiled.

Kissing in London
Beneath hundred year old, colour filled trees on a street with columned houses where people have lived for centuries, with the rain gently falling on our heads, we kiss. Slowly.

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