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  • I've been out of play for too long to understand her subtleties: The loving glances and gentle touches as she passes; A large smile and a full bodied hug that graduates from a buss on the cheek to a touching of soft lips.

    Our schedules coincide for a few moments once or twice a week. I only know that I look forward to the next moment.

    But I look in the mirror and it doesn't make any sense. How can a man who is as ugly as a mud fence attract a younger woman who has the beauty of a gated community?

    It's like Quasimodo and Desmerelda; Carlo Ponti and Sophia Loren. In theory it can happen.

    Oh, well. Enjoy and live in the moment. Reality will return soon enough.

    Ciao, Papa
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