ok, I am prepared to concede defeat. However, the romanticism of it bewitches me, the...

evening sun warming us as we stroll hand in hand, the light, carefree laughter as we enjoy a drink in a local hostelry, the electricity as our lips touch in a farewell kiss.

...I'm off down the chippy.

Posted By: JeanPierre Olthwaite on July 1st 2005 at 18:09:37


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