Tuesday, April 26, 2016
Walking down a small street, a busy street, with -. It's moving to think this is where some historic figure was when he heard something. She clings to me. A very loving feeling. We stand together that way, looking down the street as others go by. Then turn to go back still embracing. This is not who I thought would love me. Another passes & smiles to see how we are now so close. It's the same one.