It must have been as in dream...I was there..surrounded by hanging beauty in the gallery...when...upon my right shoulder...a soft touch....as if from the painting...the tender
hand extended...the gallery walls could no longer contain me...I was drawn... drawn away from the caress....and found myself...upon the banks of a dank lake....where the rays of lingering light...were as your fingers....receding into the memory of a caress.
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