....yet again....
DELIVERED....
and the pieces of that epic,
"key lime pie"...
fell, rather "sweetly", into place....
and she emerged,
seemingly unscathed and potentially victorious...
and the embers of fantastic proposition and ethereal concoction DIED...
a natuaral death....
having so MAGNIFICENTLY performed their impossible task....
just as Debussy's "Swan Song"...(Clair de Lune)
the last melodic sound....
perhaps a tad shrill even...
just as the SHOFAR at the end of YOM KIPPUR....
declaring TRIUMPH via Atonement!!
And someone had supplied, in her absence, a RED, VELVET pillow...
upon which to rest her weary feet....
And she laid back....
and reflected upon the MIRACULOUS events of recent...
And she actually took a moment to enjoy...
the beauty and aromatic sensation of the bouquet of
Valentine roses displayed on her dressing table...
DELIVERED....
and the pieces of that epic,
"key lime pie"...
fell, rather "sweetly", into place....
and she emerged,
seemingly unscathed and potentially victorious...
and the embers of fantastic proposition and ethereal concoction DIED...
a natuaral death....
having so MAGNIFICENTLY performed their impossible task....
just as Debussy's "Swan Song"...(Clair de Lune)
the last melodic sound....
perhaps a tad shrill even...
just as the SHOFAR at the end of YOM KIPPUR....
declaring TRIUMPH via Atonement!!
And someone had supplied, in her absence, a RED, VELVET pillow...
upon which to rest her weary feet....
And she laid back....
and reflected upon the MIRACULOUS events of recent...
And she actually took a moment to enjoy...
the beauty and aromatic sensation of the bouquet of
Valentine roses displayed on her dressing table...
