Dancing tango with Rebecca in San Francisco feels a lot like this city--she's beautiful to look at, I fall into a fog when we take each other into our close embrace, and then the last notes of each song slowly jar me out of my trance just like the Sunday night foghorns in the Pacific that wake me from my dreams...
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
My First Confession: My Tango With Rebecca
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Mark Andersen
Labels: Close Embrace, Dreams, Fog, Foghorns, Pacific Ocean, San Francisco, Tango
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2 comments:
Mark, Everyone who reads this will want to tango, too! Angelique
I hope so! If the whole world danced tango it would be a better place.
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