traversing the heart of yours


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— How tall do you suppose to be a Christmas tree?
— Well, I think it should be only adorned.
— And then?
— Then fill the glasses with a pompous wine. A princely one having the spirit of a gigolo, just enough to be a bit confusing through the scent of those delicious dishes that arouse some ideas along with a corruptible color for waking up contradictory tastes and flavors that invoke the freshness but also provokes you to commit the experienced sweetly sin sufficient to accept lucid and confident your ageless soul, irresistible and full of vigor craving for the special moment of this graceful, merry and divine day similarly like you loved sincerely and passionately using the charm of your spirit on the big wave traversing the heart of yours, entire year…

Donavon Frankenreiter