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weblog 1“Forever and for-always I desperately needed you, long before I knew anything about who, or what was truly you. Your essence touched my very soul like precious drops of morning dew. Our treasured moments together are here, then there, then wistfully vanishing altogether. The moment I gazed upon you, I finally knew my purpose, my future, and my love were of complete devotion, and undeniably, absolutely true. For decades past from then til now, you have to know I only ever wanted, needed and desired only you.
“Forever and for-always I never truly realized the depth and power of your voice or how it hypnotized. I didn’t know my relevance in a certain place or time, but it was always you, watching over me, enabling me to climb. Why was our love a mystery; seemingly just a dream? Why, when life passes us by, we’re together for only seconds, or so it only seems? Like newly fallen petals from a blooming cherry tree; we travel apart; to and fro, then back together, floating down a winding stream. Our spirits consummated, will forever float throughout the heavens like downy plumes of a feather in a never-ending dream.”
“Forever and for always, we are passing through mists of time, departing from a life, like lost seconds of a tolling chime. Though unknowingly, we move as strangers, we meet again as lovers through the depth of truth, one day we will be rediscovered. I promise I will look for you where others dare not tread, for I know in my heart, soul, and you will never be truly dead. Wait for me; I’m not afraid or very far behind, may faith smile on us, for we are forever, and for-always eternally intertwined.”
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weblog 2“This is my most prized possession, its titled, Salmon, by world-renowned artist, Louis C. Hafermehl, a contemporary master from Lindsborg, Kansas. Do you like it?” Claire looked from Joc to the nine-foot, rectangular framed masterpiece centered above his fireplace. Fascinated, she stood to look closer at the shimmering miracle of geometry, color and light. Thousands of aluminum-backed, clear glass triangles offset complimentary rows of ink-dropped linen. The colors progressed from dark to light in shades of gold, orange, pink, blue, grey and red.
Together, they gazed at this one-of-a-kind work, Joc and Claire lulled slightly together, feeling the movement of scales; just as the scales and symmetry of a salmon, hence the name he guessed. Joc gently placed his lips upon the top of Claire’s head. He would gladly give this multi-million-dollar work of art away, or burn it for that matter if it meant the court rule tomorrow would sway in his favor.
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weblog 3“Ranting out loud, Claire reviewed the facts as she knew them to be, “I am going out there, to meet my long-lost, 70ish-something ‘husband.” Saying those words made her cringe. “Hollywood legend, Joc Butler, who I don’t remember at all. Why? Because our nuptials occurred ten years before I was even born. During our supposed happy union, I had a son, no three. Oddly, they are ten years older than me now. That bat shit-crazy fact was proven by three independent DNA tests last month. Garr Travis Butler is indeed my son!?!”
Claire sat in a 15th century venetian leather chair in front of an ornate-gilded mirror; lost in thought. She powdered her nose, and applied her favorite shade of lipstick, Bohemian Bronze then gave herself a one-over-glance to make sure she was put together, even if her mind wasn’t. She wore a pure white linen, sleeveless, classy tailored fitting dress cut above the knee. The dress gently hugged her size four frame. A broad white patent and shiny bronze belt that fit just below the bodice of her dress. Her elegant attire made glamorous with a long, sheer white Hermes scarf and a pair of white pumps to match her belt. Her long, soft brunette locks were softly piled up in a sexy updo, and her sultry long lashes framed her topaz eyes.