He looked at her lying there, entranced by her sensuous curves,
her golden glow. But it was her voice that really moved him—sometimes soft and sexy, sometimes wild with abandon. Whatever his mood, she matched it.
He lifted her lovingly to his lips. Tonight they would make beautiful music together. Harry and his trumpet.
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Workers
My workers. They show up early, stay late, and build the most beautiful stone walls you have ever seen. Don't know all of their names but the youngest member of our team is the guy on the left. He is 18. My main maestro Alberto is on the right.
The place is really coming along. Hats-off to the workers (and you). That's some hard labor.
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