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She
is the most beautiful woman in the world. And she’s mine.
It’s a lazy Saturday morning and, as
is her habit, she’s lying down on the soft brown couch in the living room,
reading a book. The sunlight filters in through the light green curtains,
bathing her face with a brilliance that could only be described as ethereal.
I look at her from the end of the
couch. She smiles softly, probably from a funny moment in her book or maybe
just from the enjoyment of reading a well-crafted novel. She gently arches her
back, adjusts her body on the couch, and keeps on reading. I keep on watching
her.
