Who are you?

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By Christina Brooks

She is sitting on the water fountain stone reading. She hears a noise and she asks, "What is that rustle sound"? There he was a tall slender man with broad shoulders and nicely built walks up to her and, tells her hello. There she is with a slight warm smile that makes people melt inside. Her heart is full of many desires. Yet here she is reading a book only to be conservative and to expand her very own mind. The breeze is warm, the smell of cherry blossoms fill the air as they fall to the ground around her. Her hair is gliding in the wind smooth, soft and, silky looking with the color brownish black with light highlights. So to him she said, Hello how may I help you sir?" Nothing really" ... "I just wanted to say hello" I would like to introduce myself to you ms. Kowaski . "OH excuse me" How do you know my last Name? "Your phone is ringing". Yes How may I help you? "Yes" "I'll be right there". "excuse me I must go". But I will see you soon beautiful Ms. Kowaski. "Wait".. What is your....? So like the wind he was gone. She sat still with a sigh. Her mind wanders....He who seems different in some way. "It seems so.. nostalgic to her ". So who is he ? Why has he spoken to her?

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June 16, 2010 14:04Ky Moet

wow that was nice