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….and over or beneath and even sometimes the side of her fathers investment in privacy made out to florida fence and garage ….I would gaze….. and indulge in my fascination with what was clearly art in its rawest form of supreme masterpiece….. I had often decided and then changed plans to acquire technology that would capture her morning breakfast rituals of 3 eggs and water with lemon consumed in a long T shirt that concealed what I was certain were clean cotton panties and the warn smell of flowery ether….
I oft times wonder if the morning dew that served as our backdrop on all occasions of exchanged greetings had hidden the longing in my eyes…did she know I was her protector?
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