The commute

The Commute Part 1 We Meet Each day I get on the bus for the long ride to Rome from our little village. Everyday there is this beautiful woman, dark hair, always dressed in something[…]

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The dream

The Dream I woke up this morning, From an amazing dream, Of you and I having a picnic, By a tree overlooking a crystal clear stream. We fed each other fruit & cheese, And drank[…]

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Control

sighed Hanna Cord out loud, "the last appointment of the day!" And it had been a long day, up at six, first appointment at 7:30, drive thirty miles through heavy traffic for her ten o'clock,[…]

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