When the rain poured and people who were partying in the streets came inside the hotel, a beautiful stranger pulled me aside for a kiss.
But there was too much jostling and an almost-stampede and we got separated but as I was making my way to my room, there he was again. Smiling and beckoning, "Here, follow me, come."
And I giggled from excitement, from conspiracy, from so much love.
He opened a door to the hotel's ballroom and we danced the waltz the whole night. There in that ballroom -- gold gilded everything, ceilings as high as the sky, and mirrors all around for me to watch the beautiful stranger and myself glide, glide, glide.
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so this is where you blog. your full name on abi's bloglinks was a give away.
it's me, irwin, aka, ayen.
There you are! You used to be on my links but I fucked up and deleted it by mistake! What's your blog address again?
Your site is on top of my favourites - Great work I like it.
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