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bjbj The night, the gathering, and its people are stretching, not so much to go home already
but to prepare for the next stage. Things have been going for a good time now, a deep
yawn, taking in some of that fresh summer night air could fuel a few more hours. As
if choreographed there is a general leaning back and relaxing from the sky on down. Another
one of those drinks there would not be out of place either about now. Yeah. Hey. What
is that? Thats dancing music. Zerron does a little half turn easily as women do when
they hear music. Dancing is easier for women. They can do almost anything and look hot.
A man however, if he moves too little he looks stiff, if he moves too much he comes off as
a drunk puppet. She stops in a giggle and shrugs and smiles. It is dancing, slow dancing
music. The record player has been working away quietly, providing background music for
the foreground friends and conversation. Playing mostly instrumental atmospheric tunes to relax
the night, it has done well. Now night has descended and progressed and it needed a song
and it received this, a classic jazz number, a sung love song. And it played, the tune
of the night, to take to bed, to take to dream. I have rarely thought of all the times before
we met when I was without you. Now, I cant spare a thought for any time before we met
and I was without my love. All the skies are turned a richer blue and all the leaves are
flowering too. No I will never give a thought to any time that is not with you, my love.
To fall in love in the love of a love song. It is everything, it is everyone. There are
no boundaries because it is the world. You feel fresh the long day as though you have
just woke and stretched, breathed in the morning and the rising sun is showing through your
window. It is your air, your life, your dream you wake for. Its love is sweet. But the song
that blows through here, as perfect to the moment, as all-encompassing and eternal as
it seems, had its beginning and will have its end. It will pass as a kiss. Lingering
for all time, but only as a memory. Love is a wind. He looks at Zerron and she looks as
well. There are no more smiles, no more songs, no more dances. They just enjoy the air between
them. The love of a love song seems so real. They stand, sometimes slightly sway as the
song continues, and continue as they are, not doing anything, just each enjoying the
other as much as they are being enjoyed. If I could only say what your eyes say. Then
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