Across the bar, he was a man for the first time. I saw his face differently. It was the visage of the masculine Columbian who was tender when I held him. Burning candles and tasty dust faded away as I watched him. So Cute. These type of memories are the best kind. Smiles upon smiles with giggles on top for cherries. Ha Ha. Tops. Cherries. His I'll have forever.
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The daily jazz of my mind, as pure & honest as possible; but know that words are themselves filters of the original thought/idea.
