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There is an air of mystery to her.
posted by
FormerStudentIntern
on May 5, 2016 at 4:54 AM
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Re: black widow
Thank you for your explanation. Yes, for you to tell any more would feel like a betrayal of her in the memories you have, though the stories are probably great! A kind gesture to not exploit her in story or poem; though now we can only guess... Kindness is as kindness does.
posted by
Sea_Gypsy
on May 5, 2016 at 12:40 AM
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black widow
I knew her when I was a child. ,She was no black widow; that was to make a more exciting poem. She was beautiful; blond upsweep, skin like milk. We viaited every year in Jackasonville, FL. for her to see her daughter--raised by my maternal uncle and my aunt.
I was abou 4 when I met her. She was kind to m e. I leanred the word "escort" many years later. So much to tell, but I have so loving a memory of her that I prefer to keep my recollectons to myself. Sad.
joe
posted by
LongoGeremia
on May 4, 2016 at 6:42 PM
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Mesmerizing lady, mesmerizing poem.
posted by
Sea_Gypsy
on May 4, 2016 at 2:00 PM
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Goodness she was some enchantress Joe, evidently you lived past the morning.
posted by
C_C_T
on May 4, 2016 at 10:45 AM
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Chilling. A wonderful write for we have a whole story in these few words. Five stars and a hug.
posted by
Kabu
on May 4, 2016 at 9:22 AM
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