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Questions arose of the status of a man who allows himself to cry. Does it have to do with his stability, or is it the grasp of depth with which he can see...

What of a man who can admire another for their ability to affect with his words. Seeing her face, feeling her spirit as she takes in his thoughts. His vision, not of spontaneity or fire between two, but of time spent, common cause, enduring, facing all together in mind and spirit. The need, the dependency building at each moment, each hour, each day, without wavering...That connection is built, earned, desired passion that is rich and full, endearing...

i can feel her weakened knees, spirit lifted, bosom full of emotion. Need built without description of a desired act...

Be a man who can see and feel that beauty
 
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I said a while back that there would be challenges, and you should have a backup plan.🕯
 
If you add an E to Golden Girls it becomes Goldeen Girls and I’m currently plotting out a remake of the show with cgi Pokémon and the titular Goldeens in my head
 
A chance at a moment, can one move up to be seen, to be heard, to stand above the crowd, to be a difference, one has but to try and be ready should their number be chosen…a daily walk toward a new day…
 
Can well chosen words move the mind to react as easily as a picture?

Perhaps it just depends on mood and/or feelings of the moment…

Looking to the day, to do, to be, to explore the depths, float the shallows, be present…
 
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Ever since I was a child, I wanted to be a fireman.
To give of myself something that most can't. To endure hardship and challenge for another person's protection.

But I am allergic to rubber and can't touch the hoses. Such is life.
So I did the next best thing I could do, related to helping those experiencing disaster.
I opened an insurance agency. And since we donate so much to the Hall, I now get to drive the truck.
A fair shake of life indeed.
 
The weather hates me...meteor shower? Cloudy evening. Eclipse of the moon? Cloud cover. Need rain? Clear skies. Close to the landing splashdown area for the returning Orion spaceship and have the ability to watch the fiery entrance into Earth's atmosphere? Rain and cloud cover.
 
Late night peace, just laying counting minutes till morning light. Can’t wait for the new day, new hope, new chance to be…
 
Winter.
You fought the good fight. You bared your fangs. You scraped your claws all over this land.
You dominated, for many months.

But now, there is a stirring in the air. A freshness, a hint of change.
Your fangs have been filed, your claws clipped, and your dominance made irrelevant.

Spring, in all of its designed renewal, has now arrived.
 
Public swimming truly is an intimate experience

I've swallowed up to 50 people's bodily fluids, and seen all of them almost naked.
I've changed with dicks so close to me that I feel claustrophobic.
I've showered with them even closer, and with the steam, was afraid to reach around for the soap dispenser.
I was fascinated, as an elderly woman's breast fell out of her bathing suit, climbing out of the pool. And I may be mistaken, but I believe its bulk made a slapping sound as it struck water.

Very much so, an amalgamation of life.
 
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