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3D Street Art

3d Street Art, often known as 3d chalk art is 2-dimensional artwork drawn on the street itself that gives you a 3-dimensional optical illusion from a certain perspective. It can be very breathtaking, realistic and at the same time captivating once you get the angle correct. And creating one is certainly through and challenging as you are creating a realistic 3d view out of a 2d painting.


Hot river. Nearly the whole street were taken to create this earth cracking effect. Brilliant piece of art!

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ALone

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ﺩﺧﺘــــــــــﺮ ﮐــﻪ ﺑـﺎﺷــﯽ ﻫـــﺰﺍﺭ ﺑــﺎﺭ ﻫــﻢ ﮐــﻪ ﺑﮕـﻮﯾــﺪ : ﺩﻭﺳﺘـــــــــــــــــــــﺖ ﺩﺍﺭﺩ ! ﺑـﺎﺯﻫــﻢ ﺧﻮﺍﻫــﯽ ﭘـﺮﺳـــﯽ : ﺩﻭﺳﺘــــــــــــــــﻢ ﺩﺍﺭﯼ ؟ ﻭ ﺗـﻪ ﺩﻟـــــــــﺖ ﻫﻤﯿﺸــﻪ ﺧﻮﺍﻫــﺪ ﻟــﺮﺯﯾـﺪ ! ﺩﺧﺘــﺮ ﮐــﻪ ﺑـﺎﺷــﯽ ﻫــﺮﭼﻘــﺪﺭﻫــﻢ ﮐـﻪ ﺯﯾﺒــــﺎ ﺑـﺎﺷــﯽ ﻧﮕــﺮﺍﻥ ﺯﯾﺒـــﺎﺗﺮﻫﺎﯾــﯽ ﻣﯿﺸــﻮﯼ ﮐـﻪ ﺷﺎﯾــﺪ ﻋﺎﺷــﻘﺶ ﺷﻮﻧﺪ ! ﻫــﺮ ﻭﻗﺖ ﮐــﻪ ﺻﺪﺍﯾﺖ ﻣﯿﮑﻨــﺪ : ﺧﻮﺷــــ ـــــﮕﻞﻡ ﺧــﺪﺍ ﺭﺍ ﺷﮑــﺮ ﻣﯿﮑﻨــﯽ ﮐــﻪ ﺩﺭﭼﺸﻤــﺎﻥ ﺍﻭ ﺯﯾﺒﺎﯾــﯽ ! ﺩﺳـــــــﺖ ﺧـﻮﺩﺕ ﻧﯿﺴـﺖ ﺩﺧﺘــــــــــﺮ ﮐــﻪ ﺑـﺎﺷــﯽ ﻫﻤـــﻪ ﯼ ﺩﯾﻮﺍﻧــــــــﮕﯽ ﻫــﺎﯼ ﻋﺎﻟــﻢ ﺭﺍ ﺑـــــــــﻠﺪﯼ

ﺩﺧﺘــــــــــﺮ ﮐــﻪ ﺑـﺎﺷــﯽ ﻫـــﺰﺍﺭ ﺑــﺎﺭ ﻫــﻢ ﮐــﻪ ﺑﮕـﻮﯾــﺪ : ﺩﻭﺳﺘـــــــــــــــــــــﺖ ﺩﺍﺭﺩ ! ﺑـﺎﺯﻫــﻢ ﺧﻮﺍﻫــﯽ ﭘـﺮﺳـــﯽ : ﺩﻭﺳﺘــــــــــــــــﻢ ﺩﺍﺭﯼ ؟ ﻭ ﺗـﻪ ﺩﻟـــــــــﺖ ﻫﻤﯿﺸــﻪ ﺧﻮﺍﻫــﺪ ﻟــﺮﺯﯾـﺪ ! ﺩﺧﺘــﺮ ﮐــﻪ ﺑـﺎﺷــﯽ ﻫــﺮﭼﻘــﺪﺭﻫــﻢ ﮐـﻪ ﺯﯾﺒــــﺎ ﺑـﺎﺷــﯽ ﻧﮕــﺮﺍﻥ ﺯﯾﺒـــﺎﺗﺮﻫﺎﯾــﯽ ﻣﯿﺸــﻮﯼ ﮐـﻪ ﺷﺎﯾــﺪ ﻋﺎﺷــﻘﺶ ﺷﻮﻧﺪ ! ﻫــﺮ ﻭﻗﺖ ﮐــﻪ ﺻﺪﺍﯾﺖ ﻣﯿﮑﻨــﺪ : ﺧﻮﺷــــ ـــــﮕﻞﻡ ﺧــﺪﺍ ﺭﺍ ﺷﮑــﺮ ﻣﯿﮑﻨــﯽ ﮐــﻪ ﺩﺭﭼﺸﻤــﺎﻥ ﺍﻭ ﺯﯾﺒﺎﯾــﯽ ! ﺩﺳـــــــﺖ ﺧـﻮﺩﺕ ﻧﯿﺴـﺖ ﺩﺧﺘــــــــــﺮ ﮐــﻪ ﺑـﺎﺷــﯽ ﻫﻤـــﻪ ﯼ ﺩﯾﻮﺍﻧــــــــﮕﯽ ﻫــﺎﯼ ﻋﺎﻟــﻢ ﺭﺍ ﺑـــــــــﻠﺪﯼ
برگرفته از جامعه مجازي آنلاين 98: http://online98.org/zohreh-love

ﺩﺧﺘــــــــــﺮ ﮐــﻪ ﺑـﺎﺷــﯽ ﻫـــﺰﺍﺭ ﺑــﺎﺭ ﻫــﻢ ﮐــﻪ ﺑﮕـﻮﯾــﺪ : ﺩﻭﺳﺘـــــــــــــــــــــﺖ ﺩﺍﺭﺩ ! ﺑـﺎﺯﻫــﻢ ﺧﻮﺍﻫــﯽ ﭘـﺮﺳـــﯽ : ﺩﻭﺳﺘــــــــــــــــﻢ ﺩﺍﺭﯼ ؟ ﻭ ﺗـﻪ ﺩﻟـــــــــﺖ ﻫﻤﯿﺸــﻪ ﺧﻮﺍﻫــﺪ ﻟــﺮﺯﯾـﺪ ! ﺩﺧﺘــﺮ ﮐــﻪ ﺑـﺎﺷــﯽ ﻫــﺮﭼﻘــﺪﺭﻫــﻢ ﮐـﻪ ﺯﯾﺒــــﺎ ﺑـﺎﺷــﯽ ﻧﮕــﺮﺍﻥ ﺯﯾﺒـــﺎﺗﺮﻫﺎﯾــﯽ ﻣﯿﺸــﻮﯼ ﮐـﻪ ﺷﺎﯾــﺪ ﻋﺎﺷــﻘﺶ ﺷﻮﻧﺪ ! ﻫــﺮ ﻭﻗﺖ ﮐــﻪ ﺻﺪﺍﯾﺖ ﻣﯿﮑﻨــﺪ : ﺧﻮﺷــــ ـــــﮕﻞﻡ ﺧــﺪﺍ ﺭﺍ ﺷﮑــﺮ ﻣﯿﮑﻨــﯽ ﮐــﻪ ﺩﺭﭼﺸﻤــﺎﻥ ﺍﻭ ﺯﯾﺒﺎﯾــﯽ ! ﺩﺳـــــــﺖ ﺧـﻮﺩﺕ ﻧﯿﺴـﺖ ﺩﺧﺘــــــــــﺮ ﮐــﻪ ﺑـﺎﺷــﯽ ﻫﻤـــﻪ ﯼ ﺩﯾﻮﺍﻧــــــــﮕﯽ ﻫــﺎﯼ ﻋﺎﻟــﻢ ﺭﺍ ﺑـــــــــﻠﺪﯼ
برگرفته از جامعه مجازي آنلاين 98: http://online98.org/zohreh-love

ﺩﺧﺘــــــــــﺮ ﮐــﻪ ﺑـﺎﺷــﯽ ﻫـــﺰﺍﺭ ﺑــﺎﺭ ﻫــﻢ ﮐــﻪ ﺑﮕـﻮﯾــﺪ : ﺩﻭﺳﺘـــــــــــــــــــــﺖ ﺩﺍﺭﺩ ! ﺑـﺎﺯﻫــﻢ ﺧﻮﺍﻫــﯽ ﭘـﺮﺳـــﯽ : ﺩﻭﺳﺘــــــــــــــــﻢ ﺩﺍﺭﯼ ؟ ﻭ ﺗـﻪ ﺩﻟـــــــــﺖ ﻫﻤﯿﺸــﻪ ﺧﻮﺍﻫــﺪ ﻟــﺮﺯﯾـﺪ ! ﺩﺧﺘــﺮ ﮐــﻪ ﺑـﺎﺷــﯽ ﻫــﺮﭼﻘــﺪﺭﻫــﻢ ﮐـﻪ ﺯﯾﺒــــﺎ ﺑـﺎﺷــﯽ ﻧﮕــﺮﺍﻥ ﺯﯾﺒـــﺎﺗﺮﻫﺎﯾــﯽ ﻣﯿﺸــﻮﯼ ﮐـﻪ ﺷﺎﯾــﺪ ﻋﺎﺷــﻘﺶ ﺷﻮﻧﺪ ! ﻫــﺮ ﻭﻗﺖ ﮐــﻪ ﺻﺪﺍﯾﺖ ﻣﯿﮑﻨــﺪ : ﺧﻮﺷــــ ـــــﮕﻞﻡ ﺧــﺪﺍ ﺭﺍ ﺷﮑــﺮ ﻣﯿﮑﻨــﯽ ﮐــﻪ ﺩﺭﭼﺸﻤــﺎﻥ ﺍﻭ ﺯﯾﺒﺎﯾــﯽ ! ﺩﺳـــــــﺖ ﺧـﻮﺩﺕ ﻧﯿﺴـﺖ ﺩﺧﺘــــــــــﺮ ﮐــﻪ ﺑـﺎﺷــﯽ ﻫﻤـــﻪ ﯼ ﺩﯾﻮﺍﻧــــــــﮕﯽ ﻫــﺎﯼ ﻋﺎﻟــﻢ ﺭﺍ ﺑـــــــــﻠﺪﯼ
برگرفته از جامعه مجازي آنلاين 98: http://online98.org/zohreh-love

ﺩﺧﺘــــــــــﺮ ﮐــﻪ ﺑـﺎﺷــﯽ ﻫـــﺰﺍﺭ ﺑــﺎﺭ ﻫــﻢ ﮐــﻪ ﺑﮕـﻮﯾــﺪ : ﺩﻭﺳﺘـــــــــــــــــــــﺖ ﺩﺍﺭﺩ ! ﺑـﺎﺯﻫــﻢ ﺧﻮﺍﻫــﯽ ﭘـﺮﺳـــﯽ : ﺩﻭﺳﺘــــــــــــــــﻢ ﺩﺍﺭﯼ ؟ ﻭ ﺗـﻪ ﺩﻟـــــــــﺖ ﻫﻤﯿﺸــﻪ ﺧﻮﺍﻫــﺪ ﻟــﺮﺯﯾـﺪ ! ﺩﺧﺘــﺮ ﮐــﻪ ﺑـﺎﺷــﯽ ﻫــﺮﭼﻘــﺪﺭﻫــﻢ ﮐـﻪ ﺯﯾﺒــــﺎ ﺑـﺎﺷــﯽ ﻧﮕــﺮﺍﻥ ﺯﯾﺒـــﺎﺗﺮﻫﺎﯾــﯽ ﻣﯿﺸــﻮﯼ ﮐـﻪ ﺷﺎﯾــﺪ ﻋﺎﺷــﻘﺶ ﺷﻮﻧﺪ ! ﻫــﺮ ﻭﻗﺖ ﮐــﻪ ﺻﺪﺍﯾﺖ ﻣﯿﮑﻨــﺪ : ﺧﻮﺷــــ ـــــﮕﻞﻡ ﺧــﺪﺍ ﺭﺍ ﺷﮑــﺮ ﻣﯿﮑﻨــﯽ ﮐــﻪ ﺩﺭﭼﺸﻤــﺎﻥ ﺍﻭ ﺯﯾﺒﺎﯾــﯽ ! ﺩﺳـــــــﺖ ﺧـﻮﺩﺕ ﻧﯿﺴـﺖ ﺩﺧﺘــــــــــﺮ ﮐــﻪ ﺑـﺎﺷــﯽ ﻫﻤـــﻪ ﯼ ﺩﯾﻮﺍﻧــــــــﮕﯽ ﻫــﺎﯼ ﻋﺎﻟــﻢ ﺭﺍ ﺑـــــــــﻠﺪﯼ
برگرفته از جامعه مجازي آنلاين 98: http://online98.org/zohreh-love

ﺩﺧﺘــــــــــﺮ ﮐــﻪ ﺑـﺎﺷــﯽ ﻫـــﺰﺍﺭ ﺑــﺎﺭ ﻫــﻢ ﮐــﻪ ﺑﮕـﻮﯾــﺪ : ﺩﻭﺳﺘـــــــــــــــــــــﺖ ﺩﺍﺭﺩ ! ﺑـﺎﺯﻫــﻢ ﺧﻮﺍﻫــﯽ ﭘـﺮﺳـــﯽ : ﺩﻭﺳﺘــــــــــــــــﻢ ﺩﺍﺭﯼ ؟ ﻭ ﺗـﻪ ﺩﻟـــــــــﺖ ﻫﻤﯿﺸــﻪ ﺧﻮﺍﻫــﺪ ﻟــﺮﺯﯾـﺪ ! ﺩﺧﺘــﺮ ﮐــﻪ ﺑـﺎﺷــﯽ ﻫــﺮﭼﻘــﺪﺭﻫــﻢ ﮐـﻪ ﺯﯾﺒــــﺎ ﺑـﺎﺷــﯽ ﻧﮕــﺮﺍﻥ ﺯﯾﺒـــﺎﺗﺮﻫﺎﯾــﯽ ﻣﯿﺸــﻮﯼ ﮐـﻪ ﺷﺎﯾــﺪ ﻋﺎﺷــﻘﺶ ﺷﻮﻧﺪ ! ﻫــﺮ ﻭﻗﺖ ﮐــﻪ ﺻﺪﺍﯾﺖ ﻣﯿﮑﻨــﺪ : ﺧﻮﺷــــ ـــــﮕﻞﻡ ﺧــﺪﺍ ﺭﺍ ﺷﮑــﺮ ﻣﯿﮑﻨــﯽ ﮐــﻪ ﺩﺭﭼﺸﻤــﺎﻥ ﺍﻭ ﺯﯾﺒﺎﯾــﯽ ! ﺩﺳـــــــﺖ ﺧـﻮﺩﺕ ﻧﯿﺴـﺖ ﺩﺧﺘــــــــــﺮ ﮐــﻪ ﺑـﺎﺷــﯽ ﻫﻤـــﻪ ﯼ ﺩﯾﻮﺍﻧــــــــﮕﯽ ﻫــﺎﯼ ﻋﺎﻟــﻢ ﺭﺍ ﺑـــــــــﻠﺪﯼ
برگرفته از جامعه مجازي آنلاين 98: http://online98.org/zohreh-lov

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10 of inspiring photos from the best fashion photographers and models. Fashion inspiration, digital photography, beautiful portraits, styling, nudes,

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Really sad story :(:(:(

guys this is an awesome story , you MUST read : " My mom only had on eye i hated her she was such an embarrassment , she was a cook she cooked for teachers and students to support the family , there was this 1 day during elementary school when my mom came to say hello to me , i was so embarrased how could she do this to me?! i ignored her,threw her a hateful look and ran out , the next day at school one of my classmates said to me ' eeeooo your mom has only one eye ' , i wanted to bury myself i also want my mom to just disappear , so i confronted her that day and said ' if you're gonna make me a laughing stock why don't you just die ?!' , i didn't even stop to think a second about what i had said because i was full of anger , i was oblivious to her feelings , i wanted to get out of that house , so i studied really hard and got a chance to study in singpore , then i got married , i bought a house of my own , i had kids of my own , i was happy with my life , then one day my mother came to visit me , she hadn't seen me in years , and she didn't even meet her grandchildren , when she stood by the door , my children laughed at her , i screamed at her ' how dare you come to my house and scare my children , get out of here now , my other quietly answered ' oh i'm so sorry i may have gotten the wrong address ' , and she disappeared out of the sight , one day a letter regarding a school reunion came to my house , so i lied to my wife and told her that i was going to a business trip , after the reunion i went to my old house just because i was curious , my neighbours said that my mother died , i didn't give a single tear !! , they gave me a letter she wanted me to have , '" My dearest son , i think of you all the time , i'm sorry that i came to singapore and scared your children , i was so glad when i heared that you are coming to the reunion , but i may not be able to even get out of bed to see you , i'm sorry that i was a constant embarrassment in your life , do you know that when you were very little you got into an accident and lost your eye , as a mother i couldn't stand watching you growing up with one eye , so i gave you mine , i was so proud of my son who was seeing a whole new world with my eye , with my love to you , your mother "'

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SAD LOVE STORY "A touching love story that 'll make you cry"

10th Grade :
As I sat there in English class, I stared at the girl next to me. She was my so called 'best friend'. I stared at her long, silky hair,and wished she was mine. But she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it.

After class, she walked up to me and asked me for the notes she had missed the day before.
I handed them to her. She said 'thanks' and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.

11th grade :
The phone rang. On the other end, it was her. She was in tears, mumbling on and on about how her love had broke her heart. She asked me to come over because she didn't want to be alone, So I did. As I sat next to her on the sofa, I stared at her soft eyes, wishing she was mine. After 2 hours, one Drew Barrymore movie, and three bags of chips, she decided to go home.
She looked at me, said 'thanks' and gave me a kiss on the cheek..
I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends,I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.

Senior year :
One fine day she walked to my locker.
"My date is sick" she said, "he's not gonna go" well, I didn't have a date, and in 7th grade, we made a promise that if neither of us had dates, we would go together just as 'best friends'. So we did. That night, after everything was over, I was standing at her front door step. I stared at her as She smiled at me and stared at me with her crystal eyes. Then she said- "I had the best time,thanks!"
and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.

Graduation :
A day passed, then a week, then a month. Before I could blink, it was graduation day.
I watched as her perfect body floated like an angel up on stage to get her diploma. I wanted her to be mine-but
she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. Before everyone went home, she came to me in her smock and hat, and cried as I hugged her. Then she lifted her head from my shoulder and said- 'you're my best friend, thanks' and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.

Marriage :
Now I sit in the pews of the church.That girl is getting married now. and drive off to her new life, married to another man. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn't see me like that, and I knew it. But before she drove away, she came to me and said 'you came!'.
She said 'thanks' and kissed me on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends,I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.

Death :
Years passed, I looked down at the coffin of a girl who used to be my 'best friend'.
At the service, they read a diary entry
she had wrote in her high school years.

This is what it read:
'I stare at him wishing he was mine, but he doesn't notice me like that, and I know it. I want to tell him, I want him to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love him but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.
I wish he would tell me he loved me !
.
........'I wish I did too'........
I thought to my self, and I cried.

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10th Grade :
As I sat there in English class, I stared at the girl next to me. She was my so called 'best friend'. I stared at her long, silky hair,and wished she was mine. But she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it.


After class, she walked up to me and asked me for the notes she had missed the day before.
I handed them to her. She said 'thanks' and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.

11th grade :
The phone rang. On the other end, it was her. She was in tears, mumbling on and on about how her love had broke her heart. She asked me to come over because she didn't want to be alone, So I did. As I sat next to her on the sofa, I stared at her soft eyes, wishing she was mine. After 2 hours, one Drew Barrymore movie, and three bags of chips, she decided to go home.
She looked at me, said 'thanks' and gave me a kiss on the cheek..
I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends,I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.

Senior year :
One fine day she walked to my locker.
"My date is sick" she said, "he's not gonna go" well, I didn't have a date, and in 7th grade, we made a promise that if neither of us had dates, we would go together just as 'best friends'. So we did. That night, after everything was over, I was standing at her front door step. I stared at her as She smiled at me and stared at me with her crystal eyes. Then she said- "I had the best time,thanks!"
and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.

Graduation :
A day passed, then a week, then a month. Before I could blink, it was graduation day.
I watched as her perfect body floated like an angel up on stage to get her diploma. I wanted her to be mine-but
she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. Before everyone went home, she came to me in her smock and hat, and cried as I hugged her. Then she lifted her head from my shoulder and said- 'you're my best friend, thanks' and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.

Marriage :
Now I sit in the pews of the church.That girl is getting married now. and drive off to her new life, married to another man. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn't see me like that, and I knew it. But before she drove away, she came to me and said 'you came!'.
She said 'thanks' and kissed me on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends,I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.

Death :
Years passed, I looked down at the coffin of a girl who used to be my 'best friend'.
At the service, they read a diary entry
she had wrote in her high school years.

This is what it read:
'I stare at him wishing he was mine, but he doesn't notice me like that, and I know it. I want to tell him, I want him to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love him but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.
I wish he would tell me he loved me !
.
........'I wish I did too'........
I thought to my self, and I cried.

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Love Story When Friendship Turns to Love

I didn't want to depart my home town, which I've been settling ever since the day I was born. Neither do I want to leave my school, relatives, and most importantly my best friend Samuel.

Sam and I had been best friends since elementary school. I still recall the day when we first met; it was the first day of grade 1 and we were in the same class. Unintentionally I collided with his head trying to reach for my pencil that had been knocked out on the floor. Fortunately I didn’t know that he was trying to reach for it too. From that time on we got close, share lunch, talk and became best friends. We’d hang around together as often as I’d hang around with my family. He’s like my brother; a brother who I could lean to when I have problems, a brother who’s always there for me when I’m in trouble, a brother who loved me for me… at least as a sister. What he didn’t know is that I am deeply in love with him ever since the day we first met; which saddens me the most, assuming that he only thinks of me as his sister.

In sixth grade, in spite of this, things changed. We had been together for 5 implausible years, but this year is diverse. I was moving. Moving far away from him, it’s like a new world I’m getting myself into. My deep profoundness love for him is still there and I don’t want to leave him. We agreed to call each other at least twice a week, send letters and emails if we have time, and stay in touch with each other. Except that, it wouldn’t be the same, it wouldn’t be like old times, we wouldn’t see each other except in pictures, we couldn’t do anything together now. We couldn’t be there for each other, all the time anymore. Furthermore we are two continents away from each other. And I wanted to confess. Tomorrow, I decided.

The day of the departure came but he was nowhere in sight. I tried calling his cell but no one was answering it. I was so worried and sad that he forgot about my departure. I left the country heartbroken and thinking that maybe he had a good excuse why he didn’t go.

One year had passed and still no sign of him. I tried calling his home every once in a while but his mother would always say, “Oh he’s not here, but I’ll tell him you called!” and I would be so depressed. Sometimes I just think that he’s been avoiding my calls. But why I wondered

I was going off to grade 9. I hadn’t been getting any emails or letters from him; or hadn’t been getting any at all. I tried to tell myself that, “Its okay Katherine, he’s just busy that’s all.” However I had my doubts. What if he’s not busy at all? What if he forgot about me? What if he got a girlfriend and been too busy to talk or even stay in touch with me? A lot of what ifs’ are on my head. I tried emailing him and writing letters but there was no reply. What if all my what ifs’ came true? Then maybe I should be pleased, pleased for the reason that he’s happy. On the contrary why didn’t he tell me?

2 years had passed and still no sign of his letters or emails or phone calls. I tried to get over him. I really tried but I can’t. I just couldn’t forget the fact that I love him.

One week later, I received a letter from his home address, accusing it was him I ripped it open. I was so anxious to read his letter that I skipped a couple of parts, that I thought wasn’t that important. Unfortunately, it is important. It says that he’s sick and is in a coma. I was so shocked to see this that I ran inside to tell my parents to get me a ticket back to see him. Luckily they approved and booked me the latest flight.

I preceded to the hospital his in. I was so worried to see him, concerned that he’s undergoing from a poor health. When I got in his room my heart raised and kept thumping on my chest. I noticed him lying there with bandages all over his body. I felt sorry for him. All this time I was blaming him of overlooking me while his being diagnosed. I had a talk with his mom and she told me what had happened to him. She assumed that he was crossing the street while he was writing in a book and a truck had hit him. That book was sadly addressed to me, it has no title its cover is blank. I opened it and started reading the first page.

September 17, 200*

“This is the day I left.” I thought.

Katherine left today. I’m so upset to see her leave. That’s why I didn’t go to the airport at all. But I tried to go realizing that I had to confess my love for her before she leaves but I was too late. I’m going to miss her so bad. All the good times we had will never be forgotten. I wish I could come with her. I love her so very much.

My tears started falling. I admired him. I was in awe. He made a diary for me starting with the day I left. And what mostly saddened me is the fact that he loved me too. I scanned through pages and read the last page he had written on.

March 26, 200*

I can’t wait for Kath to see what I had done for her. I hope she’ll like it. I just miss her so bad. I wish she was here right now in my arms holding me tight and wishing she wouldn’t be away anymo ---

And it was cut right there. I couldn’t imagine the scene how it happened. I saw a glimpse of him again and a tear fell on my cheeks. I hold his hand so tight. That time I had wished that I hadn’t left and be with him throughout this tough time. There was this throb in my chest. I scanned again and all the other pages are blank. A letter dropped when I was about to close it.

Dear Kath,

If you are done reading my diary I want you to fill out the other half of this book. I miss you so bad, Kath. I’m sorry if I keep missing your calls I was just too busy .

...with work. Yeah, Kath I’m working now so I could surprise you and go there and maybe finish my school there. I can’t wait to see you soon. I’m also sorry that it took me 2 years to get this to you its just that I didn’t know your address there and I had to look for your relatives to tell me your address, and about the email thing I tried to email you back but our computer is really messed up; I ought to get the fix sometime so I could email you. I’m really sorry if you thought that I don’t care about you, I do. I really do. I love you since the first day we met it’s just that I was too scared to confess because it might ruin our friendship and that I think that you only think of me as a brother. I love you Kath, I love you with all my heart and I’m sacrificing everything just to be with you.

With Love,
Sam

By the time I was done reading his letter. I heard a beep it was coming from him. I was stunned. I dropped the book and ran towards him and started calling the nurse.

“Stay with me please, stay with me… don’t leave me please. I can’t let you leave me. Please. I. Love. You.” I cried as the tears fell. I was shaking. I didn’t want him to die. I didn’t want him to leave me. I want him to be here by my side comforting me, and telling me that it was all a joke. But it’s not a joke. It’s reality. He’s dead and here I am living my life through pages in the diary. I filled the rest of the book. I even started a new book since it couldn’t hold all my memories and thoughts of him. And I will always remember him. How he had been a good friend. How he helped me through bad times. How he loved me so much that I didn’t want to let go. I will not forget him. He had been the best inspiration of my life. He is the best of friend anyone could ever have. I will not forget him. I love him.

“C’mon Kath, were going to be late for school!” Mark shouted through our front door. Mark had been my friend since the day I first came to his school. He had been a good friend, almost as good as Sam. He kind of reminds me of Sam. Sometimes when I'm with Mark, I kind of think that Sam sent him to guide me and to be with me just like he did for me when he was alive.oming!” I shouted back. This is a fresh new start and a beginning of an ideal friendship. Or so I thought.

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This will make you cry

She had a boyfriend, she grew up with him. To her he was the only one, precious and important. But to him she was just another girl...

Girl: Hey, wanna go to a movie?
Boy: I can't
Girl: Why, do u need to study at home or something?
Boy: Um....no...
Girl: ....Then what are you doing?
Boy: I'm meeting up...with a friend...

It was always like that with him, he met girls in front of her, like it was nothing. The word "LOVE" never came out of his mouth, only hers. Ever since shes known him she has never heard him say, "I Love You" from him. There weren't any anniversaries at all. He didnt say anything from the 1st day & it continued until 100 days...200 days...Everyday before they said goodbye, he would just hand her a doll, everyday, without fail. She didnt know why...then one day...

Girl: Um...Jake?
Boy: What? Dont drag just say...
Girl: I Love You
Boy:Umm......you...what...? Just take this doll & go home...

Thats how he ignored her 'three words' and handed her the doll. Then he disappeared, as if he was running away. The dolls the girl recieved from him everyday, filled her room, one by one. Then her 15th year old b-day had arrived. When she got up in the morning, she pictured a party with him. She stranded herself in her room waiting for his call. But... lunch passed....dinner passed...and the sky was now dark...he still didnt call. It was already tiring to look at the phone anymore. Then around 2am in the morning, he suddenly called her and woke her from her sleep. He told her to go outside her house, she was so excited!

Girl: Jake!
Boy: Here, take this

And again he handed her a doll...

Girl: Whats this???
Boy: I didnt give it to you yesterday, so I'm gving it to you now. I'm going home now bye.
Girl: Jake, wait! Do you know what today is?!?
Boy: Today? What about it?

Her heart sank, she thought he would remember her b-day. He turned around and walked away like nothing had happened. Before he could get away...

Girl: Wait!
Boy: You have something to say?
Girl: Tell me....tell me that you love me...
Boy: What...did you say?
Girl: Tell please...its just three words.
Boy: I dont want to say...that I love someone so easily, if you are desperate to hear it...then find someone else...

That was what he said. Then he ran off. Her legs felt numb...and she collapsed to the ground...he didnt want to say it easily?!?! How could he...she felt that...maybe he is not the right guy for her... After that day she stranded herself at home crying. He didnt call her, although she was waiting. He just continued handing her a doll every morning outside her house. Thats how those dolls piled up in her room...everyday. After a month she got herself together and went to school. But what made the pain resurface was that...she saw him on a street....with another girl... He had a smile on his face, one that he never showed her...as he touched the doll... She ran back home and looked at the dolls in her room, and tears fell... Why did he give these to her??? Those dolls are probably picked by some other girls...in a fit of anger, she threw the dolls around. Then the phone rang...it was him... he told her to come out to the bus stop outside her house. She tried to calm herself down and walked to the bus stop. She kept reminding herself that she was going to forget him, that...its going to end. Then he came into her sight. He was holding the big doll.

Boy: You came...I thought you were upset...

She couldnt help hating him, acting like nothing had happened and joking around. Soon he held out a doll as usual...

Girl: I dont need it...
Boy: What?....W-why?

She grabbed the doll from his hand and threw it on the road...

Girl: I dont need this doll! I dont need it anymore! I dont want to see a person like you ever again!

She spat out the words...But unlike any other day his eyes were shaking..

Boy: I-I'm sorry...(He apologized in a tiny, shakey voice)

He then walked over to the road to pick up the doll...

Girl: You stupid! Just leave the doll, throw it away!!!

But he ignored her....then....~HONK~ ~HONK~ With the loud honks a big truck was heading toward him...

Girl: Jake! Move! Move Away! (she shouted as loud as she could)

He stood up and looked at her with sad eyes....then.....BOOM! The sound was terrifying... She screamed & she cried. But nothing could bring him back. No matter how much she wished that she could take back the words that she said to him...she just couldnt...And that was how he went away from her... After that day, she had to go through everyday with guiltiness and sadness of losing him...and after spending 2 months like a crazy person...she finally took out the dolls. Those were the only gifts he left her since they started going out. She remembered the days she spent with him. And she started counting the days, when they were in love...

Girl: one...two...three..(thats how she counted the dolls...)...484...485...

It all ended with 485 dolls. She then started to cry again, with a doll in her arms. She hugged it tightly...then suddenly....the doll said, "I Love You...I Love You" she dropped the doll shocked.

Girl: I...L-Lo-ve...You???

She picked up the dolls and pressed each stomach, "I love you...i love you" it cant be!?! Those words came out non-stop. I...love you...why didnt she realize that...? That his heart was always by her side, protecting her...Why didnt she realize he loved her this much...she took out the doll under the bed and pressed its stomach. That was the last doll, the one that fell on the road. It had his blood stain on
..it. The voice came out, the one that she was missing sooo much.

Boy's voice in doll: Hun...do u know what today is? We've been loving each other for 486 days. Do you know what 486 is? I couldnt say i love you... Um...since I was too shy...if u forgive me and take this doll, I will say I love you....everyday...till I die...Jessie...I love you...

The tears kept flowing out of her. Why? Why? She asked god, why does she all know about all of this now??? He cant be by her side, but he loved her until his last minute... For that....and for that reason...to her...it became courage...to live a beautiful life...

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HEART TOUCHING STORY

Really heart touching.........

I was walking around in a Big Bazar store making shopping, when I saw a Cashier talking to a boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old..

The Cashier said, 'I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll. Then the little boy turned to me and asked: ''Uncle, are you sure I don't have enough money?''

I counted his cash and replied: ''You know that you don't have enough money to buy the doll, my dear.'' The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.

Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to. 'It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much . I wanted to Gift her for her BIRTHDAY.

I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there.' His eyes were so sad while saying this. 'My Sister has gone to be with God.. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister...''

My heart nearly stopped. The little boy looked up at me and said: 'I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall.' Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me 'I want mommy to take my picture with her so my sister won't forget me.' 'I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister.' Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly..

I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. 'Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?''

'OK' he said, 'I hope I do have enough.' I added some of my money to his with out him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money.

The little boy said: 'Thank you God for giving me enough money!'

Then he looked at me and added, 'I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give It to my sister. He heard me!'' 'I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose. My mommy loves white roses.'

I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind. Then I remembered a local news paper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl. The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma. Was this the family of the little boy?

Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the news paper that the young woman had passed away.. I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial. She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest. I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed for ever...

The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him.

Please DO NOT DRINK & DRIVE.

Now you have 2 choices:

1) Forward this message, or

2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart.

For those who prefer to think that God is not watching over us.... go ahead and delete this. For the rest of us..... pass this on.

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True love story

It had been raining for more than a week, so much rain it made everyday seemed so restless and gloomy. She called and said she was coming up. It was the third time she came up to see me that week. I carried her excuse of why she came all the way here and went to meet her at the nearby seven-eleven. She was standing there alone, carrying her red umbrella. Her friend had dropped her off. It was raining and she was shivering. She looked weak and fragile in the harsh rain, wearing not enough to keep her warm. She said, "I miss you." I told her coldly, "Lets go, I'll take you home." She did not open up her umbrella, I knew she wanted to share mine. I said, "Open up your umbrella, let's go." Unwillingly, She opened up her umbrella and walked with me to the car. She said she hadn't eat lunch or dinner and asked if we could stop at some place to eat. Right away I answered with a stoned heart, "No!" Disappointed, she asked me to take her to the train station, she said she would take the train back home.

Maybe it was the rain, all the trains were full of people with umbrellas and suit cases who were eager to get home, not caring about who just passed by. We waited and waited, she looked at me innocently. Being together for so long, of course I knew what she meant. I understand how she must feel when she came all this way here in this kind of weather and I treat her like this. With her soft eyes staring at me, I felt guilt and wanted to let her stay for the night.
But reality struck again, I said to her coldly, "Let's go try the other train station."

We were living in the same apartment building, on the same floor. Back then there were four of us, and we got along well. We would always eat dinner together, watch movies, and sometimes go camping. We were more like a family, but I didn't know I would end up falling in love with the only girl of the four. Maybe it was during the last year of college, having living together for two years, we developed deep feelings for each other. After she graduated she went back home, and I stayed for one more year to finish school. During that year I was only able to take the train down to see her on holidays, but never for long. That was how we kept the treasured relationship.

We were walking along the side of the road. She was in front of me and I was right behind her. Her umbrella had a broken spoke. She looked liked a wounded soldier, carrying her rusted rifle walking weakly. Many times, she was too into thinking or whatever she was doing, drifting off the road, she almost got hit by the cars passing by. I wanted to just take her in my arms, but with the love I had for her and the constant pain in my stomach, I did nothing. On the way, we passed by the park where we use to always go. She begged and said, "Lets go in the park just for a little while please, I promise I'll go home right after this." With her begging, my cold heart softened, but I still put up an annoyed face and walked in the park. I was just sitting on the benches looking like I wanted to leave. She went to the big oak tree and she was looking for something. I knew she was looking for what we wrote on that tree with a silver ink pen half a year ago. If I remember it right, it said, "Chris and Susan was here, Chris had tea and Susan was drinking hot chocolate. Hope Chris and Susan would always remember this day, always loving each other, forever." She was looking around for quite a while, then she came back slowly with tears on her face. She said, "Chris, I can't find it, it's not there anymore." I felt so sour inside, there was a stream of pain, flowing into my heart, the kind of pain I've never felt before. But all I could do was pretend I didn't care, and said, "Can we go now?"

I opened up my big black umbrella, she was just standing there, didn't want to leave yet, hoping there was still a chance. She said, "You made up the story of you and that other girl didn't you? I know I frustrate you sometimes, but I'll change, can't we start over?" I didn't say a word, just looked down and shook my head. After that we just kept on walking towards the train station, didn't say a word to each other.

Four years ago, the doctor said I had cancer, but it was found early, so it was still curable. Thinking that it was okay, I started living my normal life again, and even forgot about the cancer. I didn't think about the cancer again and did not go back to the doctor. Until a month ago, my stomach was hurting for two weeks straight, and the nightmare awakened me again. First I thought the pain wouldl go away, but it grew stronger until to the point that I couldn't take it anymore. I went back to the doctor and took an X-ray. The picture came out and there was a big black spot, which proved the truth that I did not want to believe. I was at the most glittering part of my life, but it was coming to an end. I wanted myself and the people around me to go through the least pain possible, so I decided to commit suicide. But I couldn't let people find out about my intentions, especially Susan, the person I love the most in this whole world, who still doesn't know about the truth. Susan was still young, she shouldn't have to go through this. So I made up some stories and lied to her. It was a cruel thing to do, and it broke her heart, but it was the fastest way to wipe out three years's feelings. I didn't have much time, because I would soon start to loose hair and she would find out eventually. But now I'm close to succeeding, this drama would soon be over. Thirty minutes more this would all come to an end, that was what I had in mind.

The train had stopped running so I called a taxi for her. We were just standing there, waiting, loosing our last moments in silence. I saw the taxi from far away, I held my tears and said to her, "Take care of yourself, take good care of yourself." She didn't talk, just nodded lightly, and then opened up her misshaped umbrella and stepped out on the street. Out in the rain, we became two single life forms, one red, one black, so far away from each other. I opened the door for her and she got in, then I close the gate that would separate me from her forever. I stood by the car, staring in the dark window, at the first love in my life, also the last one, walking out of my life. The car started, driving into the street. Finally I couldn't hold my sorrow and the twist in my heart any longer, waving my arms rapidly chasing after the taxi, because I knew, this would be the last time I see her. I wanted to tell her I still love her, I wanted to tell her to stay, I wanted to tell her so much, but the taxi had already turned in the corner. Warm tears kept falling down my face, blended with the cold rain drops. I was cold, not because of the rain. I was cold inside.

She left, and I didn't get anymore of her phone calls even until today. I know she didn't see my tears, because they were washed away by the rain. I left without regrets. But I'm not Chris, I'm that girl Susan, using my memory, and his diary I found after one year since he left, writing down these last words.

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A sad but true love story

A girl in love asked her boyfriend.
Girl: Tell me. Who do you love most in this world?
Boy: You, of course!
Girl: In your heart, what am I to you?

The boy thought for a moment and looked intently in her eyes and said, "You are my rib. It was said that God saw that Adam was lonely, during his sleep, God took one of Adam's rib and created Eve. Every man has been searching for his missing rib, only when you find the woman of your life, you'll no longer feel the lingering ache in your heart."

After their wedding, the couple had a sweet and happy life for a while.


However, the youthful couple began to drift apart due to the busy schedule of life and the never-ending worries of daily problems, their life became mundane.

All the challenges posed by the harsh realities of life began to gnaw away their dreams and love for each other. The couple began to have more quarrels and each quarrel became more heated.

One day, after the quarrel, the girl ran out of the house. At the opposite side of the road, she shouted, "You don't love me!"

The boy hated her childishness and out of impulse, retorted, "Maybe, it was a mistake for us to be together! You were never my missing rib!"

Suddenly, she turned quiet and stood there for a long while. He regretted what he said but words spoken are like thrown away water, you can never take it back. With tears, she went home to pack her things and was determined in breaking-up.

Before she left the house, "If I'm really not your missing rib, please let me go." She continued, "It is less painful this way. Let us go on our separate ways and search for our own partners."

Five years went by...

He never remarried but he had tried to find out about her life indirectly. She had left the country and back. She had married a foreigner and divorced. He felt anguished that she never waited for him.

In the dark and lonely night, he lit his cigarette and felt the lingering ache in his heart. He couldn't bring himself to admit that he was missing her.

One day, they finally met. At the airport, a place where there were many reUNI0Ns and good byes. He was going away on a business trip. She was standing there alone, with just the security door separating them. She smiled at him gently.

Boy: How are you?

Girl: I'm fine. How about you? Have you found your missing rib?

Boy: No.

Girl: I'll be flying to New York in the next flight.

Boy: I'll be back in 2 weeks time. Give me a call when you are back. You know my number. Nothing has changed.

With a smile, she turned around and waved good bye.

Good bye...

One week later, he heard of her death. She had perished in New York, in the event that shocked the world.

Midnight, once again, he lit his cigarette. And like before, he felt the lingering ache in his heart. He finally knew. She was the missing rib that he had carelessly broken.

Sometimes, people say things out of moments of fury. Most often than not, the outcome could be disastrous and detrimental. We vent our frustrations 99% at our loved ones. And even though we know that we ought to "think twice and act wisely", it's often easier said than done.

Things happen each day, many of which are beyond our control. Let us treasure every moment and everyone in our lives.

Tomorrow may never come. Give and accept what you have today.

There was a Boy and a Girl,
They were best friends for years and years,
They could Talk for hours on the Phone and text each other for days,
When They were Together;
Not a single Sad Thought could cross their Minds,
everything was Great, But One Day;

The Boy did not Answer any Call or Reply to any Text for a Day,
The Girl was worried that something was Wrong..
at night She couldn’t Sleep.., She was sitting in her Room Crying,
and It was then that She Realized how much He Means to Her..?

The next Morning;
She woke Up from a Phone call.., It was the Boy..:)

Boy : Hey..,
Girl : I am so glad that you Called Me, What happened to you yesterday ??
Boy : I was Busy
[ The GIRL Understood that;
Something was Wrong but could not Ask]

[silence]

Boy : You know..; We should Stop talking..!
Girl: What??.., But Why ??
Boy: I am Sorry, Bye..!

[He Disconnected the call, and She Felt as If Somebody
had Slammed the door on Her face]

Everything else Flashed in Her Mind,
Tears :
Cars running by Her..
Roof of some building..and Sunset..
She couldn’t understand anything..
She started Feeling Lonely, rejected, and broken..:’(

That was the answer to everything! His words were pouncing on her..
Her heart wanted to jump out!

He was the One..! “Why..??”
She Screamed at the Top of her Voice;
Then She made up Her Mind to make a last Try to get Him Back..!

[She called Him Up]
Girl: hi…
Boy: Why are you calling Me?
Girl: I need to tell you Something..
Boy: Go Ahead.
Girl: I Just Wanted You to know one thing before we stopped talking!
Boy: Tell me..!

Girl: Are you All right?
[She broke off..!
She tried but may be he doesn't really Care about Her,
She Thought!
She wasn't His friend in the first Place...
Tears were slowly running Worst :'(
She left the House with a Note..!

[5 hours later]

Phone Rang in the Boy’s Room,
It was the Girl’s Mum,
The girl was lying in the hospital, Got hit by a Car, :’(
The Boy rushed to the Hospital where She was.

She Opened Her Eyes with the Boy’s name..,
He took her Hand..

Boy: I am so Sorry Its all my fault..! But;
I promise when U get better I’ll make It up to You..:(

Girl: I wont get Better..
Boy: No..! No Don’t say that..:(
Girl: just tell me one thing Why did you do it?

Boy told her that He had a Heart problem ‘n
he did not want her to be worried;
‘n there was a risk that he could have Died..!

Boy: I did that because I…..I…..I Love you..?
Girl : I LOVE YOU TOO..? and After That her heart Stopped Beating… She Died..! 
The Boy died 10 min's later from a Heart Attack..

He could not live with the thought that She died Because of Him

- See more at: http://inspireurfriend.blogspot.co.uk/2012/08/heart-touching-true-love-story-must.html#sthash.LMjaUhNg.dpuf

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The Light at Maca Station

There was fog in the low places and out of the blackness overhead fell a fine, steady rain. It made little ponds of the ruts in the lonely country road. Hugged by scrub pines, vines and underbrush the road straggled for perhaps a hundred yards. Then the woods stopped abruptly and there lay the wet softly gleaming rails at Maco Station.
    Maco lies fourteen miles west of Wilmington on the Wilmington-Florence-Augusta line of what is now the Atlantic Coast Line Railroad. It is today much as it must have looked to Joe Baldwin more than one hundred years ago.
    Joe was conductor of a train headed toward Wilmington that rainy spring night of 1867. Just fourteen miles from home his thoughts turned to his family. Would his wife be up to greet him? Even his train sounded as if it were glad to be on the home stretch. There was something comforting about the chugging noise of its wood-burning engine. For the moment Joe forgot his shower of soot and sparks which he battled daily to keep his coaches clean.
    It was time now to go through the cars ahead and call out the station. He glanced proudly at his gold railroad man's watch. The hands of the watch read three minutes 'til midnight. Just about on time.
    It was time now to go through the cars ahead and call out the station. He glanced proudly at his gold railroad man's watch. The hands of the watch read three minutes 'til midnight. Just about on time.
 There was fog in the low places and out of the blackness overhead fell a fine, steady rain. It made little ponds of the ruts in the lonely country road. Hugged by scrub pines, vines and underbrush the road straggled for perhaps a hundred yards. Then the woods stopped abruptly and there lay the wet softly gleaming rails at Maco Station.
    Maco lies fourteen miles west of Wilmington on the Wilmington-Florence-Augusta line of what is now the Atlantic Coast Line Railroad. It is today much as it must have looked to Joe Baldwin more than one hundred years ago.
    Joe was conductor of a train headed toward Wilmington that rainy spring night of 1867. Just fourteen miles from home his thoughts turned to his family. Would his wife be up to greet him? Even his train sounded as if it were glad to be on the home stretch. There was something comforting about the chugging noise of its wood-burning engine. For the moment Joe forgot his shower of soot and sparks which he battled daily to keep his coaches clean.
    It was time now to go through the cars ahead and call out the station. He glanced proudly at his gold railroad man's watch. The hands of the watch read three minutes 'til midnight. Just about on time.

   Not long afterward lovers strolling near the railroad late at night reported seeing a strange light along the tracks. It would start about a mile from Maco Station - just a flicker over the left rail. Then it would advance, growing brighter as it came up the track. Faster and faster it seemed to come swinging from side to side. There would be a pause and it would start backwards, for a moment hanging suspended where it had first appeared, and then it would be gone.
    Watchers over the years have said that the light is Joe Baldwin's lantern and that Joe is hunting for his head. Once the light was gone for over a month but it always comes back. Joe seems to prefer dark, rainy nights.
    After roads were built in the area, skeptics maintained that the light was merely a reflection. Several years ago all traffic in the area was blocked off while a group of observers watched for the light. Joe appeared swinging his lantern as usual. A short time before, a company of Fort Bragg soldiers armed with rifles decided to put an end to Joe's nightly excursions. His lantern eluded both guns and soldiers.
    Over the years railroad engineers have sometimes mistaken Joe's light for a "real" signal. As a result the railroad ordered its signalmen at Maco to use two lanterns, one red and one green. And so, after more than 100 years, Joe Baldwin still haunts the track at Maco looking for his head.

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Blues in the Night

It was a bright sunny afternoon with a fresh breeze blowing from the northeast. The small sloop was making a series of very short tacking maneuvers as it made its way gingerly up the narrow channel.
     The forest marched down the steep rocky hillsides to abruptly meet the sea below on both shores. The tiny but sturdy craft was tossed precariously by the rip tides created in the close waterway. The sole occupant reset her grip on the tiller and brought the sloop around in yet another tack headed toward a little niche in the eastern shoreline. She was kneeling in the boat's compact cockpit watching carefully ahead for any telltale clues on the water that dangerous rocks lay just out of sight below the surface. She held her course on a starboard tack until she was just past a rocky spur which broke the forest cover and actually spilled over into the sea.
     When she was about eighty yards from the shoreline she abruptly swung the boat head to the wind bringing it to an almost dead stop in the water. After loosing the sheets on both her jib and mainsails, she quickly scrambled to the bow and let her anchor line out till she felt the anchor touch bottom. She then expertly continued to pay out enough of the line to properly set the anchor, allowing for both safe swinging room as the wind might shift and the expected change of depth as the tides came and went.
     She had been so occupied with the business of sailing her small sloop, that she had not noticed that she had an audience. A tall slim young man in blue jeans, T-shirt and black leather bomber style jacket was sitting on the rocky spur smiling with open admiration at the sailing skill of the woman skipper on the neat little sloop. As she stood from securing the anchor and started to lower and tie down her sails, he arose and quickly walked back up into the trees behind him. So she never knew that her arrival had been noted.

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     When the sloop was secured to her satisfaction, Katherine went below and put a tiny kettle on the single burner in the diminutive galley. As she waited for the water to boil, she pulled a thick dog-eared ring binder out of a shelf to the left of the companionway and opened it to the last entry. This book served a dual purpose as a ship's log and personal journal. She noted her time of arrival and location of the tiny sheltered anchorage, the weather which was close to perfection for a sailor and a personal note that this seemed a great spot in which to write and create.
     Katherine was just past her thirty second birthday, short of stature with what she self deprecatingly called a well-rounded figure. She had short cropped almost boyish auburn hair and blue grey eyes. When not working at her research position at a Vancouver newspaper, she was usually to be found out on her tiny sailboat or bent over a computer keyboard creating either the poetry or short stories that her abundant imagination thrived on. Now she had the best of both pursuits as she'd recently purchased a new laptop that allowed her to enjoy both leisure's at once.
     When the kettle had boiled, Katherine made a large mug of steaming hot tea and taking the laptop with her, went back on deck. She made herself a comfortable workspace on the foredeck with her back leaning against a sail bag which in turn was propped against the mast. Before starting, she relaxed with the tea and surveyed her temporary neighbourhood.
     The beaches were quite narrow strands, mere ribbons of sand between the water and the forest. There were a couple of other rock spurs which jutted into the channel but the one she was to the lee of seemed to be the largest and the only one which gave sufficient shelter to provide the one-craft size anchorage in which she lay. At first glance, the hillsides looked totally devoid of settlement. But when she looked more closely, she spotted at least four widely separated structures perched on the slopes and almost hidden by the forest cover.

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     One such structure, obviously a private home, albeit a large one, was nearly directly above her. She smiled inwardly thinking how often she had purchased a lottery ticket in hopes of realizing a dream home on the sea just like this one. Tea finished, Katherine turned to her laptop and let her imagination take flight.
 
Matt followed a well trodden path up the hill towards the big house perched above him. He shoved his hands in the pockets of the jacket as he moved in a long lazy stride. His short black hair matched the jacket and provided a contrast to his fair complexion. The eyes were perhaps his most outstanding feature, they were expressive of his every emotion and a very striking shade of green. As he made his way up the hill, he found himself wondering about the woman sailor who had chosen to anchor right in front of his house.
     What made a woman want to sail alone and why was she here? Certainly, he thought, this wasn't the middle on nowhere, in fact, they weren't too far from Vancouver by either road or sea. But what brought this young woman to this spot all alone. He shrugged off the thoughts as he climbed the stairs to the deck and let himself into the house. He'd probably never know.
     He went to the kitchen first to fill a kettle and make tea. While the water was heating, he checked his voice mail and found, surprisingly, only two messages. One was from his road manager who just wanted to get together sometime soon to go over details for next month's tour dates and one from a fellow musician who congratulated him on the recent Blues Award. Neither message was urgent enough to be returned right away and besides, he thought, these few days alone are my time.
     When the tea was made, he carried his mug downstairs to the studio with its big windows overlooking the water below. He sat down on a low overstuffed couch, picked up a six-string guitar and started to play.

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     At first he merely toyed with the instrument, running a slide up and down and picking out series of notes almost like scales. For Matt this was very much akin to the warm up stretches done by an athlete before a game. He found it both relaxing and therapeutic. The guitar almost seemed to cry beneath his skilled hands and slowly the toying became more serious and took real form. The words may come later but he was developing a melody that seemed to haunt him with its need to be played.
     After running through the basic melody several times, he paused long enough to drink the tea which was getting quite cool then he crossed to the consul where he turned a recorder on to capture the developing work. When he stood, he glanced out the window and was able to see just the top of the mast of the anchored sloop. His earlier thoughts about the woman aboard flooded back.
     "What brought you to my doorstep, hmm?" he mused aloud. He ran the fingers of one hand through his short hair causing one lock to fall across his forehead. He brushed at it ineffectually and went back to the guitar. The boat anchored below and its lone occupant were still in his thoughts and he found the only images that he could conjure were of water and sails. The music took on the fluid but powerful tones of the ocean as the melody really started to materialize.
     Two hours later, he finally laid the guitar aside and padded barefoot back upstairs to start some dinner. He placed a couple of small boneless chicken breasts in a spice and white wine mix to marinate. Then he took some brown rice from a canister to cook it. He would then stir fry some vegetables; snow peas, onions, peppers and broccoli to add to the rice for a great side dish to the chicken.
     While the rice was cooking, he went across to the large upstairs windows and his eyes were drawn again to the small boat below. He could see the whole boat from this vantage but no one was on deck. Katherine had also put away her laptop by now and was out of his sight below decks starting some dinner of her own. Hers consisted of a can of clam chowder and a sandwich made of thick home baked bread that she had made prior to departing on her cruise adventure. Matt found himself wondering again who she was and why she had chosen this locale for her anchorage.

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Katherine was just finishing the few dishes from her solitary supper and was looking forward to a mug of the coffee she could now smell brewing. She intended to work into the evening and so had put a full pot into the coffee percolator. The smell of the coffee was enticing to one other soul that early summer evening.
     Matt had gone for his usual after dinner stroll along the beach and his eyes were drawn to the little sloop in the sheltered alcove. The craft was laying almost broadside to the beach and he could see her sides were painted midnight black with a blue white moon and icy blue stars grouped near the bow against the black field. He was now very curious to know the name of the little boat and to know more about her owner.
     As he strolled along the sand, his nostrils caught the scent of a rich and delicious smelling coffee wafting across the water. Perhaps he should go back to the house and make his own coffee, he thought, as the scent tingled his taste buds. Instead his pace became more purposeful and he made his way quickly down the sand to the very edge of the rocky spur. In the lee of the spur there was a very short wooden float which extended only about ten feet into the water and was held there quite firmly by two large chains which were fastened to two very thick and sturdy posts which had been planted securely into the earth. Tied to the float was a small wooden row boat which Matt would sometimes use to do a little fishing, a pastime that he found very relaxing.
     Matt quickly climbed into the row boat and bent his back to the task of rowing out towards the anchored sloop. He glanced over his shoulders frequently as he pulled on the oars to ensure his course was true. The summer sun would not go down for another two hours nearly so he was not concerned about being on the water in the dark. He kept telling himself he'd just row around the sloop, give her a look then maybe head down the shore to the next rock spur and back. After all, he reasoned, he could use the workout. The deck of the small sloop was empty, as Katherine was still finishing up her dishes.

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     As Matt gave one last pull on his oars, he came alongside the sloop at her stern and got his first look at her name. Painted on the same black field in the icy blue paint with stars to decorate it were the words 'BLUES IN THE NIGHT' and Vancouver, Canada in smaller script beneath it. Matt chuckled out loud with pleasure. What a great name for a neat little cruiser like this, he thought.
     Katherine jumped at the sudden human sound of Matt's chuckle coming from so close to her. She recovered herself and cautiously took two steps up the companionway, just enough to see around her. However, Matt's rowboat was low enough in the water that it was out of sight from this angle. Katherine moved right out on deck just as Matt shipped his oars and called out.
     "Ahoy aboard Blues!" he called tentatively, then smiled when Katherine spun around towards the sound of his voice and he got a chance to see the lady sailor up close for the first time. Katherine, for her part, was a little off balance by his sudden appearance in the midst of her solitude but recovered her cool quickly.
     "Hi, you startled me. I was below and didn't hear you rowing up." She was assessing the young man before her. He was very handsome and the little growth of goatee and mustache gave him an almost 'bad boy' look that she found somehow quite appealing. "Can I help you?" She asked, wondering just what he was doing here, had he come from the house on the hillside and was he who she thought he was? Even in the casual jeans and turtle necked shirt that he wore she was almost certain of his identity.
     "Hi, I'm Matt. I live just there," he said, pointing up the house above them. "I don't have many visiting boats here. There's really only room for one very small boat, likes yours, so....

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     Anyway, I smelled your coffee and was looking at your paint job. That's an awesome name!"
     He wasn't quite sure what to say next and so fell silent.
     "Thanks," Katherine said, smiling inwardly to herself. Yes indeed, she thought, this was Matt Michaels, the blues guitarist. She had known that he lived somewhere just outside of Vancouver but never dreamed of meeting him in quite this fashion. She continued, "I like the blues and it seemed to work somehow, you know?"
     Matt was boldly examining her as she spoke, and he liked what he saw. Even clad in an oversize sweatshirt and canvas cargo pants, she was still quite feminine and her blue grey eyes had a wonderfully deep and dreamy look about them like the stars on her boat. Katherine felt his scrutiny and became a little self conscious.
     "So did you come to borrow some coffee?" she asked. He chuckled again, a rich sound that she thought suddenly made him seem older than she had at first guessed. She was trying to remember a recent article that the paper had run about him but all she could recall for sure was he had recently won some sort of award.
     "Not really, but now that you mention it...I would sure love a cup." he smiled winningly, "We could just say this is a visit from the neighbourhood welcome wagon, what do you think? Hi!, I'm Matt, welcome to the neighbourhood." He winked at her and continued, "May I come aboard Skipper, 'cause that coffee smells too good to miss."
     She smiled broadly at his boldness. His green eyes flashed with enjoyment of the little game he was concocting and she found herself trusting him despite all the usual warnings she knew so well about strangers. Besides, she reasoned, he wasn't really a stranger because she knew who he was, even if they'd never met.

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     "Well Matt, I'm Katherine." She told him. "And, conveniently enough, I just made a full pot so why don't we tie your dingy here and you can share a cup with me while you tell me all about the neighbourhood." She had leaned over the transom and taken the little rowboat's painter in hand. She tied it off securely to a cleat on the starboard corner of the transom. She then lowered the little two step ladder that would allow Matt to easily climb to the deck of the sloop.
     Once Matt was aboard and on a level with her, Katherine realized he was quite a bit taller than she had first thought. He was very slim but beneath the fine features she could certainly detect a strength and solidity.
     Matt extended his hand and they exchanged an almost formal handshake. Katherine was again conscious of his strength through the firm grip he took of her hand. He held the grip a little longer than necessary and caught her eyes in his sparkling green ones.
     "So it's official, Katherine," he solemnly pronounced, "Welcome to the neighbourhood." He broke into a boyish grin and added, "Now how about that cup of coffee?"
     Katherine went below to pour the coffee. Matt made no move to follow her but instead was examining the rigging and fittings of the sloop. He was very impressed with the tidy little boat. She was very well maintained and every last line was coiled neatly evidencing the respect and care that her owner obviously felt for the craft.
     "What do you take in yours?" she called from below.
     "Just cream," he replied. "Is that cinnamon I smell, too?"
     "Yes it is. I like to put a little in my after dinner coffee. It really adds a nice flavour" Katherine came back on deck, handing Matt a large steaming mug. "Oh, I hope you like cinnamon."

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     "Love it." he grinned, "In fact, I kind of have a taste for spices of all sorts. Nutmeg and allspice are good in coffee too." Matt followed Katherine's lead and moved out onto the tiny foredeck of the sloop. There was a thick wool blanket spread out there which made it a comfortable spot to lounge while they talked. She put her mug in a safe but easy to reach spot by the mast and he did likewise. When she settled down, she was cross-legged Indian style. Matt sat beside her but stretched his legs out in front of him keeping his sneakers off the blanket.
     "So Mr. Welcome Wagon, tell me about the neighbourhood." she asked.
     "What's there to tell? I live up there. There's a couple of other houses along the way there but I've never met the neighbours." He shrugged. "I'm not really home very much and when I am I'm usually working. But the scenery here is beautiful and it's just good, you know?"
     "I know what you mean, Matt." she said, staring into the mug that she cradled in both hands. "I love it out here too. Whenever I get the chance to get away for a few days, I get out on the boat and just look for a quiet spot."
     "So that's what brought you here today." he said softly. "I saw you arrive this afternoon. You're a pretty good sailor, Kathie. You handle this little boat like a pro." his praise sounded quite genuine and she looked up from the coffee and gave him a grateful smile.
     "Thanks, she is a very forgiving little boat to sail." Katherine told him. "I've been single-handing her for almost four years now, so we've kind of become used to one another."
     "That's an interesting way to put it." he mused, "Kind of like the way I feel about my guitar. Sometimes I feel that it's simply a part of me, the music's great when its like that."

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     "Music is the most fluid and alive of all the arts." she said with conviction. "I've always surrounded myself with all kinds. But I think I'm most partial to the blues because they seem to come from closest to the soul. I listen to a lot of Stevie Ray, Eric Clapton, John Lee Hooker and ......oh too many to mention."
     "Maybe even me, now and then?" he asked, with a twinkle in those green eyes. She felt a little heat rise in her cheeks with his words. She thought that she must sound rather contrived bringing up the blues like she had with Matt being an award winning artist.
     Matt reached across and patted one of her knees. "It's all right, Kathie. I know I'm not the only blues musician out there. There's a whole lot of really great ones. And I wasn't really expecting you to heap praises on me or anything. I really think it's great to meet anyone who loves the music the way you obviously do." He gave her knee one last squeeze before withdrawing his hand.
     "I really must get to know your music better." she told him, though her mind was still focused on the hand which had come close to caressing her knee, instead of a casual pat of reassurance.
     Matt took the last swallow of his coffee and placed the mug back against the mast. "Well in that case, I'll see that you get tickets to my next show. That coffee was superb." He stretched his arms above his head, clasping his hands together as he did so, then took a deep breath and started to rise. "I should be heading back to the house. I'm trying to be more disciplined about working. Thank you for the coffee and the talk. It's been a pleasure."
     They both rose and Katherine picked up both mugs as they made their way back to the stern of the vessel. Once there, Matt took the mugs out of her hands and deposited them safely on one of the cockpit seats. He turned and took both her hands in his and she felt the electricity of his touch as his fingers played subtly on her palms.

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     "It was great meeting you, Katherine." he said, softly. His green eyes caught her blue grey ones and she felt the intensity and passion that simmered just below his surface. "Would you consider dining out tomorrow evening? I don't mean "out" exactly. But, I'd be very pleased if you'd join me for dinner up at the house."
     Katherine's heart almost skipped a beat. The combination of his hands on hers and the deep endless wells of his intense eyes were having an intoxicating effect on her. She managed to regain her composure and answered him with a smile.
     "Yes, I'd like that very much."
 
Katherine watched him as he made the short trip back to the little landing. After he'd tied the little dingy back in it's place, he looked back across the water and gave her a quick wave before disappearing into the trees.
     She went below and tried, unsuccessfully, to put the final verses on a poem about the wind and sea that she had started earlier in the day. Somehow, Matt had managed in a few short minutes to totally sidetrack her.
     Katherine gave up the effort and decided to call it a night. She went up on deck to retrieve the blanket from the foredeck and recheck the anchor line. She glanced up at the sky studded with the millions of tiny points of light not seen from the city and marveled, as always, at the vastness.
     When she was back below decks she pulled her journal from it's shelf and sat down to sum up her day. But where to begin, she thought.
     This is a great little anchorage. Just big enough for Blues and no one else! But now there is someone else!! Who would have guessed I'd anchor right in front of Matt Michaels house!!? My God but he's gorgeous. I can't believe he was even here....seems like a dream. Get a grip, girl. He's just a guy...dinner...what is that? Probably has his own cook up there in that big house. Well, maybe I'm not being fair. I hardly know him. Oooohhh but when he touched me!!!

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     Above her, in the house on the hill, Matt played on into the late evening. Running endless tunes through his head, trying to play away his tension. He kept reviewing his encounter with Katherine trying to figure out just where and when it changed from idle curiosity to ... what was it now? Infatuation? She was quite different from the kind of women he was used to meeting. Good lord though, he mused, she really was pretty, in a very appealing tom-boy kind of way. What would tomorrow bring?
     He put down the acoustic guitar he had been playing. Instead he picked up the Fender Stratocaster, turned on the amp and let loose with a heart rending, gut twisting slow blues solo that left him finally drained both physically and emotionally.
     Matt crossed his bedroom to the window which looked out over the water. There was no moon so the night was profoundly dark here away from the city lights. But he could see the little anchor light glowing brightly from the top of the mast of "Blues in the Night". The sight seemed to reassure him and he sprawled across the big bed and slept.
 
Katherine didn't bring much in the way of clothing with her when she sailed except the practical and serviceable shirts, sweat shirts and canvas pants that wore well for the kind of physical activity that sailing required. But she had come straight from the office to the marina on this trip so she had the dressy blouse that she had worn with her business suit that day. It was a very summery mint green and would look just fine with her blue jeans for a casual dinner date.
     She made a quick and effortless trip to shore in her Zodiac inflatable with its small outboard motor. Matt was waiting there on the landing; this time helping her tie up the little craft. He then extended a hand and helped her out onto the float.

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     "I'm so glad you decided to join me." he said. "I don't get a chance to cook for a beautiful lady every day."
     Katherine recalled her musings of the previous evening about a cook and felt the heat rise a little in her cheeks. She smiled up at him, "I'm looking forward to it. Thanks for asking me"
     They moved off the little landing and she followed his lead up the pathway through the trees to the house. The path climbed quite steeply in places and several times he took her hand in his to guide her in the tricky footing. Each time he held her hand, images flooded her mind of those hands holding her much more intimately and she wondered if somehow he sensed her imaginings.
     They climbed a short wide wooden staircase at the side of the house which brought them up to a spacious deck. Matt opened the double french doors and ushered her in to the house. To her left was a dining area with a small round wooden table and four comfortably cushioned captains style chairs. He had draped the table with a fine white linen cloth and added a single tall blue taper candle to the center. He really was trying to impress, she thought.
     To the left was a large living area, with floor to ceiling windows at the far end of the room looking out over the water. Katherine was drawn to them immediately.
     "The view is spectacular from here." she told him. He had crossed to the kitchen and now came back across the room with two wine glasses in hand.
     "That's one of the reasons I bought the house." he replied, "Some wine?"
     "Yes please." she said, taking the glass he offered. She took a small taste of the delicate white wine and savoured the richness. "Mmm, this is very good."

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     "Glad you like it. Hope you like seafood too." He grinned, "You're a sailor right? You do like the fruit of the ocean?"
     "I do like seafood, very much, Matt." she grinned back at him. "Besides, it's not often that a handsome man like yourself cooks me a meal. I think I should be thankful"
     "Oh I'm sure there are plenty of handsome men around who'd be happy to cook you dinner, Katherine." he retorted, baiting her. "They're probably lined up round the block!"
     "Not my block!" she replied, with a rueful chuckle. She turned back to the window to drink in more of the view. He moved close behind her so she could actually feel his warm breath on the nape of her neck. She felt a sudden but very pleasant tingling sensation creep down her spine. He put one hand across her shoulder, pointing across the water to the south and west. Her eyes followed the direction he indicated but the rest of her senses were on the contact now between them.
     "When you came up the channel did you see the rocks way down there on the other shore? There's always a big group of seals there." he asked her.
     "Yes, I remember them well. They sure were noisy." Katherine laughed a little nervously. Matt had dropped the hand that was pointing but made no move to break the contact between them.
     "The fishing's really great just around there. Those seals know what they're talking about!" he laughed. "Come on. Let's eat." With one arm around her shoulders, he lead her back across the room and then pulled out her chair to help her get seated. The sun had all but gone so the candle light made beautiful patterns on the wall of the room as they began to dine.

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     He had made a light salad of romaine lettuce, almond slivers and raisins in a wine vinegar dressing to start. Katherine was quite surprised and found herself reassessing her opinion of him quite drastically. For the main course, he brought out shrimp and crabmeat which were served on a bed of fettucine with a rather delicate Alfredo sauce. The meal was totally tantalizing and the wine complemented it perfectly. As they ate, he put her at ease with his uncontrived interest in who she was and what she was about. She explained her job at the paper then added that she'd much rather write than research for others.
     "Do you write then?" he asked, as he poured her a little more wine.
     She chuckled almost to herself. "Yes I write. But most of it will probably never leave my computer's hard drive. I'm kind of a perfectionist, so it's never good enough to show to a friend let alone a publisher."
     "You have to step out there and take that risk." he urged. "It's like my music. You just reach a point where even if it isn't perfect you commit to it, record it and move on."
     "That's a great philosophy, Matt" she said softly. "Maybe I'll do that ..." Her eyes were sparkling in the candle's glow and Matt was reminded of the stars on the boat.
     "You have stars in your eyes, Kathie" he told her.
     "I have a 'star' across the table." she quipped back, and giggled. His laughter mingled with hers and he reached across the table and gently took the wine glass from her hand.
     He then took her hand in both his, caressing it softly from the inside of her wrist to her finger tips. She trembled a little as the sensations of his touch traveled with electric speed to her core.

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     "You're hands are so soft and small." he marveled, thinking of his first impression of her as she sailed the little sloop so expertly all alone. "Would you let me read some of your writing some day?" he asked. "I'm not as intimidating as a publisher might be."
     "I could I suppose." Katherine said quietly. "I will think about it Matt. It's a kind offer." He released his hold on her hand and smoothly started to clear their empty plates from the table.
     "I'm not a harsh critic at all" he reassured her, "I'm awestruck by anyone who can express themselves in writing."
     Katherine took a deep breath and another short sip of her wine. Is it the wine that's going to my head, she thought. All she wanted was for Matt to touch her, take her hand again. Instead, he merely put his head around the corner of the kitchen doorway.
     "Hope you like strawberries," he announced.
     "Dessert too!" her surprise evident in her voice. "Thank you, I love strawberries. They are one of my favourites!"
     He returned with the strawberries, sliced and served with ice cream and whipped cream. As he placed the bowl before her with a flourish, she became quite conscious of his closeness and fought an urge to reach out for him. Matt sat down again, stretching his long legs out beneath the table and folding his hands together across his stomach.
     "You're not having strawberries?" she queried, noticing that he'd brought only the one bowl.
     "I thought perhaps you might share one or two of yours." he told her, his green eyes twinkling in the candlelight. She lowered her eyes quickly from his, feeling a certain heat rise in her cheeks.

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     "Sure." she whispered. She spooned out a mouthful of the fruit and cream extending her arm towards him. Matt took the proffered spoonful, leaning forward toward her a little but not altering his comfortable stretching posture. Katherine had to slide her chair closer to his to reach his mouth safely.
     "That's good." Matt murmured, and she wasn't sure if he was referring to the strawberries or not. She took a spoonful of the fruit herself and savoured the taste.
     "Yes they are good." she agreed. When she again extended her arm to feed him another spoonful, he unclasped his hands and grasped her wrist very gently. He extended one finger to caress the inside of her wrist again as he took the fruit into his mouth.
     "Very good indeed." he stated quietly. He rose and crossed to the big windows with his back to her. She was taken aback by his sudden departure which left her with feelings that were all mixed up.
     Katherine toyed with the rest of the fruit and ice cream in the bowl, watching Matt' back as he gazed out the dark windows. After a couple of more mouthfuls, she laid the spoon aside and wiped the corners of her mouth with her napkin. His voice, when it came startled her.
     "Had enough?" he asked, without turning around. It took her a second to realize that the darkness outside allowed him to see her reflection without turning.
     "Yes thanks, Matt. It was delicious" She crossed the room to where he stood but stopped one pace short of being right at his side. She extended one hand and touched his shoulder.
     "Matt, what are you thinking?"
     He turned towards her all smiles, but the green eyes had a much heavier emotion apparent in their half lidded sultry look. She found herself drawn into them like a moth to a flame.

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     "I was thinking how strange it was that you came and anchored right here." he said, he grasped both her wrists in his and pulled her towards him. She came willingly and found herself cradled against his chest. "You're so completely unlike anyone I've met before," He had not released his gentle hold on her wrists until he had guided them comfortably to hold him around his waist. When he did let go, he again gently caressed her with his fingertips.
     Katherine drew in a breath and wondered would it be her last. She though she could die right here and now in his embrace, in arms that were now enfolding her and gently caressing her back and neck through her blouse.
     "Matt ..." she started tentatively, but the words just escaped her.
     "What love?" he murmured, his lips against her forehead, his warm breath making her head swim.
     "Matt I want ..." she again choked on the words. Her arms and hands held him very tightly as though she were drowning and he was her saviour. Matt placed several tiny kisses on her forehead, then spoke again.
     "You want what, my love?" There he said it again, she thought. She reeled internally, feeling the emotional power in his every gentle and subtle touch. She raised her face a little to his, her head thrown back and neck exposed. One of his hands came up to cradle the nape of her neck and the other grasped her waist to pull her more tightly against him.
     "You want what ...?" he asked again, then as he continued to gently kiss her forehead, ears and cheeks he whispered softly against her skin. "You want me to kiss you some more? Like this, or this, or perhaps this?" He chuckled, but it was a soft and very kind sound. His lips nuzzled against her ear, he spoke again. "May I tell you what I want?" he asked.

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     "Yes" came her tiny voice. Her whole body now tingled with the intimacy of every contact between them. She longed to tell him how much she wanted him right now but speech was near impossible.
     Again his voice softly caressed her senses, " I want to make love to you. I want to know every part of you inside and out. I want to make you feel something so strong that you'll never want for another. I want you to cry out my name and I want you to know that I will cherish you. Do you want me to do those things to you?" His lips were still brushing her cheek and ear as he spoke these words. Her senses reeling, she could barely stand. Tears stung her eyes and her cheeks burned with the heat of her desire.
     "Matt, I ..." she faltered again over the words, but then his eyes caught hers and she saw herself reflected there in his desire. "I want you," she whispered simply, "Make love to me, Matt."
     His mouth bent to hers then, finally. And she parted her lips and welcomed him. Below them, outside the windows was the soft glow of her anchor light beacon and across the room the candle guttered and went out

                                                Blues in the Night  Jennifer Jenkinson

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