By Jo Galloway
He fell into the deep fathomless oceans of her eyes and there he felt
suspended for an eternity.
Lost in tempestuous seas, which pulled him deeper until suddenly he would
find gentle release in the calm still pools of serenity.
Though his journey unpredictable and his escape obstructed he was
unrestrained in his desire to search through the storms of summer and night
for reasoning to help him empathise with the passion of a woman's tears.
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