John Dedeke

Dynamic Writer Guy


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My favorite things don't happen from plans or accidents, but somewhere beautiful in-between, where some thought and some sound and some image slide into each other's arms and caress one another, like your first slow dance introducing all you've ever wanted to all that you have, a nervous "Hi, hello, how are you, good, and you?" that entwines the fingers of promise and problem, desire and apprehension, a reassuring shoulder and a fist in one's stomach, a gasp and a whimper, a smile and a tear, the first taste of your last chance, the echo you cannot yet hear.