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The theory seemed plausible, but they were not going to discount the other incredulous events that surrounded the occurrence.
The gorgeous woman had a distinctly european look to her; that refined, sophisticated beauty that cannot be found anywhere else in the world.
"Always open the door for a lady," My mother would insist as she would stand in front of a door waiting for me to open it." Chivalry never dies."
I was trying to explain
I knew that I was doing what I was supposed to
She had even told me
I didn't need to give more reason than that
The wind and sun did their damage.The cracking and fading had taken it's toll.
It was horrible! The sundried conditions of it all was awful!
was it a vision from the beyond? a ghost?
It seemed something was being manifested outside in the dark dark night.
Maybe it was just my imagination.
I had hoped to do well. I expected great things from the colorful picture they painted for me. But the reality of it all couldn't have been farther from the truth.
I couldn't believe what was happening. I had to fight my instincts and willfully stick it out. It was a disaster, but hey, It could only get better from here!
I are the all powerful omnipotent, wonderful, wrathful being.
The wishes of a god are put before man.
Not God.
The man marches forward.
Never too fast, Never to slow
His steady pace outlasting all.
Nothing can stop his monotonous,
continuous flow.