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Play with dem golden locks | a c c e p t i n g
An afternoon spent under the care of the sun, LIGHT'S WARMTH COVER THEM in a gentle embrace : here they lay, away from the noise of the crowd. Antic words attached like pearls to the string of her voice decorate the silence, a lesson he will never understand. Yet the BEAUTY of her prose still charms him, finding the appeal of mystery in tales he will never understand. Truth be told, he pays more attention to those lips articulating every sound that comes like a song to his hears, red rubby tentation that he will SADLY never let himself succumb to.Nevertheless, he finds courage in a curious act : resting his head upon her lap, his hand reaches for hers, guiding it toward a jungle of golden locks. A spoiled child he looks like, and yet, she complies ! The soft edges of a smile brings light to his feautures - for once, he WINS this game he so hesitantly tried to play.