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Pietros 2
Contributed by
ramfire
on
Monday, 7th September 2009 @ 01:24:35 PM in AEST
Topic:
LovePoetry
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Her name was Maria and her graying black hair reached down to her shoulders, but I didn’t mind the gray hair because mine was graying too. I’d brought a loaf of bread at the bakery this morning and she was the owner of the bakery with flour on her hands and a touch of it on her nose. I mentioned the flour on her nose and she’d laughed, saying I should dust it off. I untied my clean neckerchief and gently touched the flour away. I gently touched the flour away looking into her black eyes that told me she wanted me to be careful and not get the flour in her eyes. I asked her name. She told me. I told her mine. That’s how our friendship started.
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