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| 64-123 words "...light as a feather..." |
Dinner was delectable.
Greens perfectly complemented with gorgonzola and dried cranberries.
Steak impeccably prepared.
Wine warm and smooth.
Her smile lit up the room; her enchanting laughter rang through the air.
Walking hand in hand, we left the restaurant. It was a gorgeous evening with the full moon making the sidewalks along the avenue glitter.
We passed by an art studio and ventured inside – ambling through the studio taking in the pieces separately. In time, we found ourselves in front of a particular piece.
I entwined her fingers in mine and pulled her close to me. She sighed, put her head to my chest, and whispered, “She looks light as a feather.”
What a magical evening!
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