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By Lilla Date: 2008 Sep 18 Comment on this Work [[2008.09.18.08.52.15323]] |
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I dunno what part of the story this frame goes …it’s a scene in a movie with a script that’s not even written yet … it’s may be the most commonest predicament everyone has been into at one point or another… to me its up close and personal. “Mid- afternoon drizzles, that type of gentle rain that lulls lovers to sleep. Two souls in the middle of a squall. Hell storming in their world … crushed between two years of lies and truths. A chance for a moment like that you cannot forego … no matter how close, no matter how far. Regardless how it consumes the both of them. Finally, face to face. He moved his lips. And spoke those words Few. Rare. It was just the two of them, in that small, silent space. Slow motion. Then freeze. His voice loud, clear and firm. Certain. Re-assuring. It was impossible not to hear. She held his hands and squeezed them gently. Smiling eyes. Disbelief. Gone like summer breeze. Rain is good. It hide away tears.” |