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Couldn't wish Silme a good birthday on time, since I spent that day with her and therefore offline.

Happy belated birthday, Silme, hon!

Aaaanyway, am back online now, but my hubby tries to convince me that going outside would be a good idea. I don't think so. It's rather cold today. Besides, I'm going to chat with

valentine1971 this evening! Wheee! So, I'm staying right here, snug in my chair.

Any good stories around?

Speaking of the written word, I wrote another poem for my summer portfolio. So, here it is, leave comments if you feel like it.

I idly play
with a golden string of your hair
Letting the sun fall on it
Little reflections, like sunrise
on a summer's morning.
No wonder you love the sun
It is embedded in your skin
Inked between your shoulder blades
Yearning for its companion.

I lazily trace
the stars on your shoulder
Which forever remind me
of a Dylan Thomas poem
I haven't recited to you yet
And probably never will.
My finger moves fondly across
My own little secret
Kept by your skin.
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