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6 July 2000

Thank you for being so patient Atlantis ...

At the terrace, we talked for a while, like only women can talk. Feeling as if we new each other for years already. But the tense between us was there right from the start. I wanted to ask her why she did what she did the day we met the first time, but, ooooooh, I’m to shy for such a question.

We left the table after our beer. Walking away together this time! I took her left hand in my hand. Felt like a teenager again. It must be boring to listen to, but I thought my hart was bouncing so hard that she could hear it. I was glad that it’s not found unusual for women to walk hand in hand.

We walked into the direction of the sea. There was a soft breeze blowing. I felt her long hair wave at my shoulders. When I’m at the sea, I always feel a total peace coming over me. The wind, the waves, the air filled with salt.  Together with Amy it was the same, but even more complete.

 

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Like my new rings i bought at the beach...?

We put our shoes in my little bag pack. I was glad I took it along. Normally I take my shoes and bind my shoelaces together. I can hang them around my neck, like this. But with the shoes from Amy I couldn’t do that, they didn’t have shoelaces.

We walked along the shore, barefoot, hand in hand, the waves washed over our feet and legs. The way I felt, this could last forever. After we walked a while, there where less and less people on the beach. She put her arm around my shoulder as we strolled along. At that moment we didn’t talk very much anymore. I asked her if she would like to walk until the little beach house. It’s a pretty far distance, but that’s why it’s deserted most of the time. I caught myself having the idea to make this long walk before. I took some biscuits and something to drink with me.

Just before we arrived at the little beach house, she stopped and kissed me at my lips. So soft, so tender… Her lips tasted salt from the sea wind. I closed my eyes and drowned in her kiss…

To be continued…

 

         

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