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My Heart Stood Still.....( chapeter 8# )
....Ch 8....The sky began turning that indecent pink. That shade of pink that has people thinking that the tomorrow shall be extremely hot with sizzling humidity. This immediately brought out a long exhaustive sigh from deep within Bekah. She stood gazing to the western sky wishing of so many things. None of these wishes were not for another scorching day for her to live through.
It already had been more than a week of intense summer heat. A long week that came filled with too much work, and not nearly an ounce of play. Out wisped another sigh from deep within Bekah. Play had always been something that Bekah`s soul needed but in recent years the logical side of her mind resisted doing any such thing. Instantly the memory of her last time of true relaxation began to sweep over her thoughts. Summarily Bekah`s conscious self whipped forth an imaginary chain to once more bound the pleasurable thoughts . Imprison them within a deep crevice of the hidden side of her being. Play now had to exist as something that existed as a once upon a time part of Bekah`s daily life.
She returned to thinking that the western sky brought her no solace from how she felt. She somehow knew that there would come none. Yet lying under rumble echoed out a whisper of a hope . Hope to somehow get back what was taken so long ago. The precious had been taken so that now all she felt like doing was existing as a shell of her former self. This hope of lost yesterdays brought no smile but a fiery anger. This intensely exist within her beautiful golden brown eyes on these occasions of deep remembering...........ECT
........................WindWhisperer (Copywrite 2005)( TM) smile
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My Heart Stood Still.....( chapeter 8# )
....Ch 8....The sky began turning that indecent pink. That shade of pink that has people thinking that the tomorrow shall be extremely hot with sizzling humidity. This immediately brought out a long exhaustive sigh from deep within Bekah. She stood gazing to the western sky wishing of so many things. None of these wishes were not for another scorching day for her to live through.
It already had been more than a week of intense summer heat. A long week that came filled with too much work, and not nearly an ounce of play. Out wisped another sigh from deep within Bekah. Play had always been something that Bekah`s soul needed but in recent years the logical side of her mind resisted doing any such thing. Instantly the memory of her last time of true relaxation began to sweep over her thoughts. Summarily Bekah`s conscious self whipped forth an imaginary chain to once more bound the pleasurable thoughts . Imprison them within a deep crevice of the hidden side of her being. Play now had to exist as something that existed as a once upon a time part of Bekah`s daily life.
She returned to thinking that the western sky brought her no solace from how she felt. She somehow knew that there would come none. Yet lying under rumble echoed out a whisper of a hope . Hope to somehow get back what was taken so long ago. The precious had been taken so that now all she felt like doing was existing as a shell of her former self. This hope of lost yesterdays brought no smile but a fiery anger. This intensely exist within her beautiful golden brown eyes on these occasions of deep remembering...........ECT
........................WindWhisperer (Copywrite 2005)( TM) smile
heart cool
