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                                          Picture, The
                 What's in a picture?  Well, in the picture I cherish there is more
                  joy and peace and love than any mere mortal like me should ever
                 know.  The picture I am speaking of is the imperfect image of the
                  one I love.  She is one of such exceedingly great beauty that it
                     cannot be captured on anything by Man's hand, but to me it
                  represents her, and that is as near to heaven as I am likely to
                                                get.
                    But the picture, besides being an imperfect symbol of utter
                 perfection, is exceedingly cloudy.  The incidental fact that this
                   exquisite creature of God does not love me, but another, sheds
                 blazing insight into my dilemma - loving one who does not love you
                                back - an age-old poignant story.  
                  This is what happens to one who falls in love with a wonderful,
                 happily married woman.  First, there are the moments of exquisite
                  joy reveling in the sacred celebration of Love.  All else seems
                 unimportant and remote.  Then, there are the brief moments of pain
                when you are set aside, understandable though it may be, for things
                important in her life.  That leads to a rebirth of fantasizing that
                you perfected in your youth, where she is an innocent passive party
                 to your feasts of imagination.  Then, the final straw is when the
                   fantasy becomes reality.  And as your Love and her lover scale
                 those endless heights, sadly, you, with tear-misted eyes are left
                far below, alone, with that wilted imperfect image clutched in your
                                               hands.
                                                  
                  The one I love has always, well, I suppose the term is "humored"
                 me.  I have nothing to offer her that would mean anything to her,
                except my love, an exceeding cheap commodity to those receiving it;
                 and inhumanly expensive to those giving it.  But she has been free
                with her gifts, too.  She gave me her picture, my greatest material
                 treasure; she has given me a few brief moments of platonic joy in
                 her company; and she has given me an irreplaceable gift, the love
                inside of me, something more grand and awe-inspiring than the great
                                             outdoors.
                   But today, a day in which her nearness is inaccessible to me,
                another gift, in absentia, was given to me.  You must follow me and
                  understand that those moments away from my Love are like daggers
                   piercing my heart.  The depths of my emotional depression are
                    resounding and scary.  In moments like this I reach for the
                  carefully hidden picture.  I reached for a moment of joy.  Come
                back with me for a few moments and I will let you view God's heaven
                                              with me:
                    I gazed downwards with love at your image, the likeness of a
                 goddess.  You were here with me.  You did not shirk my touch.  You
                 did not avoid my clumsy attempts to kiss your honeyed lips.  Your
                 sensuous voice that could arouse a eunuch, did not say those words
                  that send me into despair, "It is time to go now, Jim."  You sit
                   submissively, and smile.  I smile back and melt into the close
                quarters of the picture with you as the image drifted into reality. 
                 The nearness of you dissipates the agony in my heart.  I say, "Hi,
                   Sandy."   You sit there in all of your passionate and sensual
                                         beauty, and smile.
                 As I anguished in my wallow of self-pity, your beauty radiated up
                 at me.  There you were, right before me, smiling up at me.  It is
                   as if you, . . . well, might have been beckoning to me.  As my
                emotional "down" subsided another part of me grew.  I gazed longing
                   into your eyes.  You gazed back.  Then your eyes slowly turned
                  until you were looking over my shoulder and your smile widened. 
                 Puzzled, I look over too, and was surprised to see Robert standing
                 there.  He is quite naked, his pulsing staff throbbing before him
                  in all its prideful, yet stately, grandeur.  He strode up to you
                  and enfolded you in his strong arms, his rod preventing him from
                 full-body contact.  He planted a moist kiss full on your luscious
                  lips forcing open you faintly resisting mouth with his tongue. 
                 Just as his one-minded penis would soon search endlessly your warm
                 cavern of love, his tongue searched your yearning mouth to be more
                 a part of you, striving to be one.  As he paused for a well-needed
                  breath he looked over at me and he, too, beamed with a satisfied
                  smile, "Eat your heart out, Jim."  His hands were everywhere on
                 you, fondling your firm passionate bottom, pulling it close to him
                 determinedly telling you he was not going to allow you to dictate
                   the pace of this encounter, he was.  His free hand found your
                 lovely firm breasts stroking and caressing them as if each housed
                   your very soul.  Your breath came in gasps now, but he was not
                    through.  At that moment you fluttered your eyes and somehow
                 realized that I was still here.  You cried to him, "No, Robert, we
                 can't do it here.  We are in public and Jim is still here.  Please
                   wait."  But Robert had no intention of waiting.  His fiercely
                  throbbing penis attested to that.  "Sandy, I want you now, more
                 than I ever have.  I will have you.  And it wouldn't be a bad idea
                  to show slime what real LOVE is!  I may not be the best lover in
                 the world, but with you it sure seems like it.  I want to get into
                 you, to fill you with myself, to sow my very being in you, to make
                 you climb the wall and beg for more, but to make you realize that
                I have JUST what you want.  All that you could ever want is in me. 
                 I can make you cum to heights never imagined by you and I can make
                  you cum to greater heights the next time and the next time.  Now
                  I am going to show you what I mean."  He slowly moved his hand,
                    which had been gently fondling your breasts throughout this
                  conversation and grasped your blouse.  With conviction he slowly
                 pulled it down until it ripped asunder.  He then pulled it open to
                 expose your delicious, sweet smelling breasts for all to see, even
                me.  As he bent down to caress each firmly erect nipple in his warm
                   unyielding mouth he grabbed your skirt and forced it over your
                  hips, and off.  Trailing moist warm saliva from your breasts he
                 followed your skirt down until be fastened his eager mouth to your
                loins.  He hungrily found your rigid, sensitive clitoris and traced
                it around with his hot tongue, slowly at first then more resolutely
                    until he slowly sought the exquisite tip, relishing in your
                  squirming and gasping.  You tried to break him away, to pull him
                up, to consummate the passionate beast he had created; but he would
                 not comply.  "Not yet, my Luscious.  You shall not feel me in you
                 until I am ready."  "God, Robert, I can't stand it any more.  I am
                 cumming my life away and your don't care.  I need your cock in me
                  now before I am used up.  I'm cumming now.  Please, Robert.  My
                    God, have mercy on me.  Fuck me now!  Fill my cunt with your
                  gigantic cock and fire your monstrous load in me.  It has never
                 been like this before."  But Robert's only response was to follow
                 the tender folds from your exquisite clit to the openly inviting,
                   flowing vagina awaiting the explore of an expert.  His tongue
                  sought . . . and found the hungering grotto . . . and entered. 
                 Although his tongue could not venture far enough to satisfy either
                 of the two quaking lovers it still traced every lovely sensual and
                 scented lip and fissure.  Your hips were madly and uncontrollably
                pumping trying to lodge Robert's tongue deeper and deeper into you. 
                 You were mumbling incoherently words like, "Robert, I want you in
                 me."  and "Robert, fuck the life out of me."  and "Robert, I need
                 it, I must have it now."  And then he stopped and laid you back. 
                   Your love-convulsions continued for a few seconds as if he was
                firmly inside of you.  Your legs were all askew, your arms grasping
                 at air, your hips pumping furiously.  As you writhed in passion he
                 looked down and smiled.  He slowly took his pulsating penis, even
                  as it was growing with renewed vigor to a bloated size and shape
                that amazed even him.  The your eyes opened and saw him, in a blur. 
                 "God, Robert, cum into me, NOW!  I cannot continue any more.  I am
                 through."  Robert responded with both words and action.  The words
                 were, "Sandy, you have not even begun.  This orgasm will blow your
                  mind . . . and mine.  We shall see heaven in just a few moments
                  now."  After feasting his eyes a moment longer on you, the most
                  beautiful and glorious creature in the world, the action was to
                   gently kneel between your sensuously shapely, out-flung legs. 
                 Still holding his magnificent penis he lowered himself over you. 
                 Only then did he relinquish his hold on his staff to you to allow
                   you to guide him to the open door of God's heavenly garden.  A
                   myriad of erotic scents were already wafting up to embrace me,
                  presumably my sole sensual reward beyond sight.  Robert sweetly
                 embraced you, leading it with a delicate kiss that would have the
                envy of even Venus.  You, in desperation, savagely strove to engage
                   his glorious manhood.  As if a beast in heat your groaning and
                grunting reached a feverish level.  Although you obviously relished
                   being under Robert's weight and kisses, your intense desire to
                  consummate the embrace nearly heaved Robert off.  "Hold on, Dear
                 Sandy.  Together we can master this monster we have created.  Hold
                 still, my Sensual Passion Flower, and I shall endeavor to find our
                 timid playmate a friend in which to play."  He reached down, much
                 too slowly for your desires as shown by your obvious impatience. 
                 Even as you were attempting to enclose his loins with your elegant
                   sensual legs Robert's sensitive hands were meandering down the
                 length of your body, slowing to enjoy the nooks and crannies along
                     the way.  Your body hummed like a violin string reaching a
                  crescendo as his hands finally reached your desperate hips.  He
                  purposely fought your flailing hands and grabbed the subject of
                 interest.  A grunt of satisfaction escaped him and he said, "My! 
                  Feel what you have done to me.  Aren't you ashamed of yourself? 
                 I didn't know he would get that big.  Maybe we will have a problem
                 . . .  No, where there is a will, there is a way, and I sure have
                 a will now."  Fumbling together, you both succeeded in guiding the
                   magnificent rod of steel to a point immediately above your hot
                    cunt.  But as if it had a mind of its own, that magnificent
                  stallion-cock paused and planted what could only be construed as
                 an exquisitely delicate, albeit slobbery, kiss on your clitoris. 
                   He was then whisked away, down to the awaiting crevasse.  The
                   gigantic, sweating, spongy head preceding the steel-like shaft
                      throbbed in rhythm to the swaying of your hips.  On one
                    particularly desperate stroke Robert moved and his head was
                 enlodge.  At that instant you gave a despondent cry and collapsed
                   in an all-enveloping orgasm.  Tears flowed like a river as you
                  clutched Robert with your beautiful arms and legs.  "Forgive me,
                 Robert, I could not wait for you any longer.  I am only human and
                 this is beyond me."  Robert, whispered, "Peace, Sandy, the best is
                yet to come (no pun intended).  Don't give up."  With that he eased
                    his immense penis even further into you.  The way was now so
                  slippery that even this pulsating beast could enter with ease. 
                Slowly and earnestly he slid further in.  Your racked body just lay
                   exhausted, seemingly impervious to the exquisite sensation - a
                 masterful and sensitive shaft delicate threading and caressing its
                 way through a chamber made only in heaven and only for this staff
                of life.  Neither Robert nor I could see that although the pinnacle
                    of your orgasm has not been passed a whole new mountain was
                 appearing before you.  Your eyes opened in amazement.  A fleeting
                   look of sheer terror passed your unseeing eyes as they looked
                 toward me, yet beyond, as if I wasn't there.  "Robert, don't leave
                  me.  Don't let me face this alone.  Help me,  show me.  No, take
                 me with you."  "Dear Sandy, where I go, you must go also.  We take
                 this trip together.  Hold tight as it is beyond even my ken.  But
                  this path before us was not of my doing, or wholely yours, it is
                  OUR PATH.  We shall take it together.  Hold me, Sandy.  Hold me
                  forever, Dearest Sandy, my Love, my life, my very soul.  Just as
                  you give yourself to me I return my whole self to you.  It shall
                 be this way forever."  At these words he released his whole weight
                 onto you, Sandy, and his penis slid into you until you could feel
                 all.  His swelling testicles lay against your perineum, rising and
                  falling in their own unique way, but surging and expanding more
                 with each wave.  You both lay there together basking in the warmth
                 exuded by both of your genitals.  You both gazed deeply into each
                   other's eyes, savoring the moment like it would never return. 
                    Then, as if a command was given by the Director on high, the
                     exquisite Dance of Love began.  Robert slowly withdrew his
                 beautiful penis until it just rested at the edges of your labia. 
                     "Once for you, Wonderful Sandy," he said as he slowly and
                 libidinously slid it back home.  A smile escaped your gasping lips
                  as your whispered at his fullest extraction, "And once for you,
                Dear and Wonderful Robert."  Slowly and laboriously he pulled back,
                  and joyously reentered.  No further words were spoken as his hot
                  firm root sought your mons.  At that very instant he kissed your
                 lips with a passion you had never seen nor imagined, but desired. 
                  The mumbles of amazement were lost as you returned in kind.  The
                   gentle stroking of the walls of your vagina by his rigid, yet
                 yielding, penis, continued to be fueled effortlessly by perfectly
                 matched motions of your and Robert's hips.  For many minutes this
                perfect dance continued with no break except an occasional circular
                    motion of first Robert's hips and then yours and the gentle
                clutching of your flawless legs around Robert's strong and muscular
                back.

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  Probably without your knowledge, your hands gentle meandered
                 around his back, then down to his chest and up around his face and
                through his hair and around his ears.  Then they continued down his
                     lean body to his rhythmically pumping hips.  They sneakily
                 disappeared beneath him carefully searching for another "view" of
                his magnificent organ.  On an up-stroke you reached in to clasp its
                    girth as if in disbelief.  When you both moved together you
                released your grip or faced crushing by forces beyond your control. 
                  Imperceptibly, the motions of you and Robert became stronger and
                  more intense.  No sounds, save an occasional grasping of breath,
                  escaped either of your lips.  To the casual observer nothing had
                changed, but to me, a not dispassionate observer, I say clearly saw
                  the beginnings of a wonderful phenomenon - two people creating a
                 feeling of Love reserved for the exceeding rare true Lovers.  This
                 was not an act of sex, this was not a physical deed at all, it was
                  the ultimate creation of the mind of two persons totally devoted
                   to sharing with each other as no ordinary people are, totally
                 devoted to giving to the other, totally in LOVE with each other -
                    LOVE as God intended.  The rhythmic physical manifestation of
                  their mental state was completely out of their control.  It was
                 consummately in control of the ultimate Creator.  He provided this
                 reward reserved for those few yielding to true LOVE.  I saw all of
                this and in my embarrassment at being an interloper I looked up and
                  thanked God.  As I reluctantly turned away I could only imagine
                what marvelous end, or rather beginning, would ensue.  So I was not
                  be to allowed to witness the gradual escalating of Robert's and
                 Sandy's passion.  The seemingly tender strokes of their hips were
                   gradually gaining speed and fervor.  Their gaspings were more
                  frequent.  The energy increased.  The previous appearance of an
                inexhaustible pace gave way to a more strenuous and strident tempo. 
                  Soon their ardor became too much for even they.  They disjoined
                their kiss to lay back in awe at what God hath wrought.  They gazed
                 into each other's eyes as their body's pumped incessantly, almost
                   ferociously.  Robert cradled your head in his hands to try to
                  temper the emotions, but all it did was allow each to share more
                contact with the other.  You gasped, "Robert, where will this lead? 
                 I am still in the orgasm from your aggressive foreplay, yet I feel
                something unearthly building.  Is this right?  Can we actually take
                   it without perishing?"  "I don't know, Sandy, but we shall go
                  together in an exquisite flash of fire if we must.  I Love you,
                  Sandy.  Never have I lived another as I have Loved you.  We are
                one, Dearest Sandy, and I wish nothing else. . . . Nothing!"  Their
                loins increased their cadence.  His magnificent cock, fueled by his
                   heart's blood, now streaming with luscious fluids, pierced and
                  withdrew the hot, dark channel leading straight to your heart. 
                     With each stroke his manhood grew, his balls swelled, his
                    penetration deeper.  The walls of your vagina contracted and
                 released exactly in time with his fierce rushes.  It seemed as if
                all delicateness had fled.  The beating of your hips became savage. 
                   Harsh, guttural cries billowed up from your very souls as the
                  passion and intensity reached the ultimate peak.  And then, when
                 it seemed as if pain rather than passion would overtake you both,
                 Robert gave a long, drawn-out deep groan of vital lust, unbridled
                  passion; and you, from some unknown source, exclaimed in an ear-
                    piercing shriek, like a banshee before devouring a succulent
                 victim; and you enfolded Robert's taut body within your strong and
                  shapely legs; and your genital's crushed together in a climatic
                 percussive reaction.  For a brief instant all seemed motionless. 
                 Only you and Robert knew otherwise:  Robert felt the pent-up semen
                  gush forth with previously unknown power and quantity.  And you
                 felt the shock of his cached treasure as it spewed out to satiate,
                  to permeate each eagerly anticipating cranny and continue in an
                  unabated torrent, the overflow streaming from your vagina to the
                 ground.  On and on he erupted.  His life forces seemingly without
                end rushed headlong engulfing you in its warmth and caress not know
                  before.  But these physical consequences of the Love between you
                  and Robert were virtually lost on you as the emotional flood of
                  ecstacy deluged your very souls.  The endless cascade of pent-up
                passion, beyond verbal description, inundated both you and Robert. 
                 So overwhelmed were you both that for the five minutes or so that
                 it took Robert to complete his spontaneous, shivering ejaculations
                   you both lay motionless.  Motionless, save a slight quiver in
                Robert's haunches delivered each squirt; each met with an precisely
                 matching ecstatic convulsion; and the quiet fluids flowing freely
                    from you well-filled vagina, down and around his contracting
                 testicles.  For many more minutes you and Robert basked in a flood
                 of Love, Peace and Joy never before imagined.  You were the first
                 to speak:  "Oh, Robert, I Love you."  "The very words I was going
                to speak, Sandy, The Love of My Live, no!  My Very Life."  All else
                 was silent, in respect, as the two Lovers lay savoring the moment,
                the Ultimate Moment.  At long last you whispered, "If it could only
                   be like this every time, wouldn't that be wonderful?"  "Sure,
                 Sandy, but why shouldn't it be, now that you have shown the way. 
                 No more fantasizing in our minds, now we fantasize in real-time. 
                 Think we could reach the heights again, my Sexy and Lovely Sandy? 
                  I'm game?"  Your response was to reach up and grab Robert's head
                  in your hands and plant a kiss to end all kisses on his awaiting
                  lips.  You could feel his penis, still deep within you instantly
                 stop its slow trek towards intumescence and jerk in anticipation. 
                   You trembled in anticipation of yet another unseen and unfelt
                 emotion as you eagerly welcomed his kiss and returned it in kind. 
                Involuntarily you moved your hips under Robert almost like you were
                    trying to give his ever-growing penis more room to expand. 
                  Suddenly, you pulled away from the luscious kiss to look Robert
                straight in the eyes in query.  The strong surging in his loins and
                   deep penetrating gaze of adoration should have satisfied your
                 anguished concern.  Before you could utter a word of doubt Robert
                  reached down to enfold you, utterly, in his powerful arms.  Not
                wanting to challenge any possible limitation, you tried to get away
                 from his grip.  If you claimed (obviously the furthest thing from
                your mind) that you could not take yet another orgasm then he would
                      not have to subject himself to a potentially humiliating
                 situation.)  "Robert, please.  I don't think I can handle another
                 one like that. . . . And besides, remember where we are.  Jim has
                    left, but we are still out here in the park for all to see. 
                  Please, let's go home and continue this."  At that you unwrapped
                 your perfectly-formed legs from around Robert's waist.  "Sandy, we
                   can go home and 'continue this,' as you say, just as soon as I
                   relieve some of this pent-up sexual tension I have.  Could you
                please, just put up once again with my physical appetite.  It seems
                  to be outside my control.  Just this once and then I'll give you
                  a break, please?"  The hesitation was there, but your reactions
                were either too slow or they were repressed, as Robert again forced
                 his lips upon yours.  His hands slipped down to your buttocks and
                grasped them in his brawny grip.  As he slowly pulled away from you
                   his hands held your hips motionless.  You could feel his fully
                    erect penis slowly withdrawing amid delightfully suggestive
                 sucking, slurpy and slippery sounds.  Your desire to save possible
                  emotional harm to your Lover was rapidly overcome by your desire
                to have him, once again, cum deep inside of you.  Whether you could
                  sustain another unearthly orgasm like the last was your furthest
                  thought.  You moved quickly in what you intended to be an effort
                   to encourage him in his manly endeavors, but Robert, suffering
                  under the delusion that your were trying to reject him, grasped
                 your buttocks in his iron grip and forced them toward his loins. 
                   His gigantic rigid, but, thankfully, but well-lubed, stanchion
                  surged towards the hot depths of your vagina.  It seemed to wish
                 to find your cervix, to search the uterine interior, therein, for
                   refuge.  A brief shock, more delight, than pain, caused you to
                 wince and twist away from his passionate kiss.  He appeared to be
                   in a frenzy.  As his hips steadily beat a rhythm on your tense
                abdomen your mons cushioned his mad rushes into you.  His head sunk
                   down to your neck and he erotic bit it.  A brief spasm of pain
                  caused a cry, but that only intensified his antics.  He was like
                   a beast possessed.  He continued his lewd pounding at what he
                 thought was an unwilling receptacle.  Your every move, attempting
                    to encourage him and display your approval were construed as
                  attempted escape, but his loins would not allow that.  He seemed
                  to be torn between outright lust and unadulterated tenderness as
                 his tears flowed over your breast and down under your outstretched
                 arms.  But you could not get the words of reassurance out so high
                  was your fervor.  His animal antics only intensified, presumably
                  to end it as fast as possible, his only way out.  His sobs fully
                 in sync with his heaving brought tears to your eyes, but they were
                 tears of joy.  When that simple minute fact finally wound its way
                 through the intricate web of lust and passion in you, you finally
                 were able to utter two well-chosen words: "Robert . . . More."  As
                  if a giant weight was lifted from Robert's magnificent shoulders
                  his head popped up to look at you . . . and his panicked animal
                 humping stopped in mid stroke.  You were so close to the brink of
                 another unspeakably fantastic climax that you could scarcely utter
                another word, yet, "Robert, I Love you," bubbled from your flawless
                 lips.  Robert, in absolute disbelief opened his eyes wide, choked
                   back a last lingering sob and smiled, "Sandy, wait for me this
                time, please?"  But he need not have waited for the answer, nor did
                    he.  Your reassuring kiss said all.  That kiss, so deep, and
                     tempestuous brought you again to the onrushing orgasm of a
                lifetime, the second within no more than an hour.  You were as ill-
                prepared this time as the last as the world as you knew it exploded
                 in a blinding electrical flash.  Then, almost instantly a feeling
                  of perfect peace settled over you.  As you floated freely in the
                  space of your own mind-making you were only slightly aware that
                 Robert was still struggling to complete his appointed task.  With
                     unembellished salacious lust his haunches continued their
                   miraculous carnal thrusting into and out of your never-tiring
                  vagina.  With serene slowness you wound your lovely limbs around
                  Robert attempting to quell his efforts, but it only succeeded in
                  heightening his efforts.  The exquisite abyss of your lingering
                 orgasm only allowed you to vaguely perceive Robert's struggle, but
                 the feeling of fullness deep within your vagina let you know that
                   his struggle was not without jubilance.  It was clear to your
                 earth-bound body, far below, that Robert was approaching the same
                  ultimate zenith as you.  You took your mind off of the peace and
                  joy of your persisting passion long enough to sort of flick your
                  hips during one of his endless down strokes.  A gasp of pleasure
                 from his lips was all the reward you needed.  You, carefully, and
                 in-time with his urgent pumping, slowly began a rhythmic circular
                    motion with your loins.  The motions followed the ceaseless
                  squeezings of your vaginal muscles on Robert's full-to-bursting
                   penis.  It wanted another load.  It begged for another load. 
                   Robert seemed in near panic, but your gentle caressing of his
                powerful back eased the feeling.  It was only when you, once again,
                 snaked your wonderfully sensuous hands down his fantastic churning
                 manhood, stroking it as it left the comfort of your warm and cozy
                vagina, that he cried, "It is upon me, I am joining your.  Oh, Love
                 of my Life.  Here I am, Sandy."  You grasped when you encountered
                 his unmercifully distended balls.  Then you felt the surge well-up
                  in his testicles pass and through his vas deferens and disappear
                inside that wonderful tabernacle, the physical body of Robert.  The
                  first hot impact of his cum hit you.  You were no more ready for
                   this as you were for the first, for you thought you were still
                   enjoying the climax of the previous intercourse, but this was
                   different.  All blacked out.  All you could comprehend was the
                 endless surges of Robert's penis deep inside of you, squirting his
                aromatic semen again and again.  With each ejaculation you felt his
                 penis jerk, your vaginal walls contracted tightly around as if to
                 extract every drop and you felt another load of cum stagger up his
                 vas.  You lay in blissful heaven as his load spewed forth from you
                  onto the sacred altar.  The physical sensations were clear, the
                mental were truly beyond mortal words.  It was not within Man's ken
                to actually see God, yet, as the electrical tingling consumed their
                 earthly bodies they knew that if they only opened their eyes they
                 would see All.  As the waves of passion swiftly, joyously ravaged
                  them they looked.  Each saw the same thing, another Being, more
                   beautiful than their imaginations would have allowed.  Another
                   Being radiating holy light from eyes luminous with Love - each
                                              other.  
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