I sat by the window. My mind intent on writing a book based on that brief relationship I had three summers ago with the woman who stole my heart. My sense of recall comes through my senses. Smelling the heavy scent of her perfume in my nostrils, the sight of her deep green eyes, the touch of her hand which was both soft and gentle and the soft sound of her voice to my earlobes after we made love in my bedsit flat.
She gave me a picture as a parting gift reminding me to fly and take life on.
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