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On a December evening five years ago, I paid a call on a woman that I had seen, just once, 30 years before, on my sailboat, but remembered as beautiful, sensual and talented. An artist (I am a scientist). Walking up the stairs in her East Village apartment, opening the door, seeing her again, completely changed my life. All the feeling and sensations of our first - and only- meeting returned: the smell of the salt air, the sway of the sea, and the deep blue of the New England sky reflected in her eyes. I was overwhelmed; by some miracle I could connect gain with this dream/fantasy that I had carried with me.
We married and began our lives together. |
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