I watched as endless water hurried over a collection of the most perfectly rounded stones. Cold and clear as the morning air in the dead of winter, the water had taken off the sharp edges long ago. It was always cold. Sometimes that was refreshing, like in the heat of the summer when I could sit in the middle of its path and let it take my sharp
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that is really quite great....
when are you and your lovely lady free for dinner?
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