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weblog 1 Forever and For-Always
BRIELLE
“Forever and for-always I desperately needed you, long before I knew anything about who, or what was you.
Your essence touched my very soul like precious drops of dew. Our treasured moments together are here, then there, then wistfully vanish altogether.
The moment I gazed upon you, I finally knew my purpose, my future, my love are truly just for you.
For decades past, from then til now, you are the only one I ever desired, I pray Time, now will thus allow.
Forever and for-always I never truly realized the depth and power of your voice or how it hypnotized.
I didn’t know my relevance in a certain place or time, but it was always you, watching over me; enabling me to climb.
Why was our love a mystery; seemingly just a dream? Why, when life passes us by, we’re together for only seconds, or so it only seems?
Like newly fallen petals from a blooming cherry tree; we travel apart; to and fro, then back together, floating down a stream.
Our spirits firmly consummated, will forever travel throughout the heavens like a feather’s downy plumes in a never-ending dream.”
Forever and for always, we are passing through mists of time, departing from a life; lost seconds of a chime.
Though unknowingly, we move as strangers, we meet again as lovers, through the depth of truth, one will be rediscovered.
I promise I will look for you where others dare not tread, for I know in my heart, soul, and you will never be truly dead.
Wait for me; I’m not afraid or very far behind, may faith smile on us, for we are forever, and for-always eternally intertwined.”
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weblog 2“This is my most prized possession, Salmon, by world-renowned artist, Louis C. Hafermehl. He is a contemporary master from Lindsborg, Kansas, and student of Birger Sandzén. Do you like it?”
Brielle looked from Joc to the nine-foot, rectangular framed masterpiece centered above his fireplace. Fascinated, she stood to look closer at the shimmering miracle of geometry, color and light.
“Joc, this is the most amazing piece of art. I love the composition of geometry, and the colors are magnificent.”
Thousands of aluminum-backed, clear glass triangles offset complimentary rows of ink-dropped linen. The colors progressed from dark to light in shades of gold, orange, blue, green, grey and red.
Joc and Brielle gazed at this one-of-a-kind work of art. Without consternation, the couple lulled back-and-forth, feeling the movement of Salmon; the scales, and symmetry of the shimmering fish.
Joc gently placed his lips upon the top of Brielle’s head. He would gladly give this one-million-dollar work of art away, or burn it for that matter if it meant the Superior Court in Los Angeles would rule in his favor tomorrow.
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weblog 3“Ranting out loud, Brielle reviewed the facts as she knew them to be…
“I am going out there, to meet my long-lost, 70ish-something ‘husband.” Saying those words made her cringe.
“Hollywood legend, Joc Butler, who I don’t remember at all. Why?” She paced back-and-forth in the elegant foyer of the bathroom. Claire nervously held her thumb nail between her teeth.
“Because our nuptials occurred ten years before I was even born. During our supposed happy union, I had a son; no, three.” Shaking her head, she chuckled.
“Oddly, they are ten years older than I am now. That bat shit-crazy fact was proven by three independent DNA tests last month. Garr, Cain and Luke are indeed my sons!?!”
Brielle slowly sat in a 15th century venetian leather chair, lost in thought, in front of an ornate-gilded mirror. She powdered her nose, and applied her favorite shade of lipstick, Bohemian Bronze then gave herself a one-over-glance to make sure she was put together, even if her mind wasn’t.
She wore a pure white linen, sleeveless dress, cut above the knee. The dress gently hugged her size four frame perfectly. A broad white patent and shiny bronze belt that fit just below the bodice of her dress.
Her elegant attire made glamorous with a long, sheer white Hermes scarf and a pair of white pumps to match her belt. Her long, soft brunette locks were softly piled up in a sexy up do, with her sultry long lashes framing her topaz eyes… “You go, girl! You got this!”
