I Will Take As Many Words As I Want To Write This Story
Waiting Time----
Alone in my rocker I thought of you. A distant voice calling out; Ones whose words reverberated with me. And through me. That cut to the core, the essence, the soul Of me. But perhaps of others as well. I rock and wait. For a stranger that never comes.
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@Starshine: Thanks for reading this. I think there is always that one in life that touches us to the core-as no other had done-or will ever do- again. We yearn for them, long for them and pine for their company.
Maybe it was love on a deep level. maybe understanding on the same level. But we want it.
