Monterey
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My dearest Monterey butterfly. She shrouded her face in fake smiles and she wanted little. I called her my Monterey butterfly, always escaping when someone wanted to get close. She adored the sea; she loved to dance alone on the Monterey Bay seaside. I told her dear Angela, love and men are thieves. Always wanting… Read more
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(John and Jennifer in Monterey in 1992.) Almost love in California. I was your Hemingway and you were my Agnes. We were free falling into a love that could never be. I wanted you forever and you wanted to be okay. A soldier love, held on by a whisper and a wish. I brought you… Read more
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A safe harbor. I saw her sitting alone on a park bench. She had a suitcase near her and she watched the sea. She was a pretty girl with sad eyes. I went to her and I asked her. Are escaping or did you find your place to be? She turned to me. She did… Read more
