Gazing into your eyes one enters a trancelike state. Easily captured by this wellspring of gripping allure, one teeters on the edge. But, the edge of what? For to fully enter such unmapped crossing may approach a leap of faith. What is to be discovered with a final surrender? I never found out. Nor was I ever intended to. It was not my spring of a young man's fancy. But the moment brought me to recall those moments of splendor in the grass. A brief interlude. Now, a sweet memory...
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