You don't have to believe me. I'm just telling you what happened. I
was sitting in my usual chair at 'The Higher Ground', one of Calgary's
nicer coffee houses, doing some writing and sketching, looking forward
to a nice evening of sipping coffee and basking in the pseudo-bohemian
atmosphere that always seemed to fuel my artistic intentions.
Joe - by Spenser Villwock Copyright 2005 A Creative Non-Fiction Essay
Quite truthfully, I hate that I am in love. Alas, the simple
tantalizing and seductive odor of my love allures me to virtually no
end. From waking up in the morning with a hollow longing
emptiness in need of fulfillment to the blissful joy of each
captivating moment together, there are times where
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