Pinstripes on denim, soft brunette shoulder length hair.
In stark contrast, creamy luminous skin so fair.
Her voice, sweet, soft and melodious.
Unnoticed, I hope, I briefly gasp and in so doing become intoxicated by her fragrance which fills the air.
For a fraction of a second all the elements join me in a helpless stare.
Little do I know that all time and space now revolve around the young woman standing there.
I blinked and time lurched forward filled with joy and struggle and seven children to share.
I am speechless. I simply thank God for that woman in pinstripes on denim so rare.
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