Our intention and the outcome can be two very different things when ones ego plays a part in the art of communication.
We should regularly stop and ask ourselves, exactly what is my intention? 274 more words
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Wine. A place where everyone knows your name.
In a dark, hip bar she sat against the window on a red bar stool. The naked lightbulbs that hung trendily above her, illuminated her face with a soft yellow glow. 1,518 more words
I guess it was the way her hair fell over her face, golden streams of sunshine illuminating the crevices and angles of her curving smile. Maybe it was the pale blue eyes pushing their way through the falling curtain of gold, with an insistent quiet urgency that wrapped its cold fingers around my heart and pulled me very close, so close I could feel the whispered breath of her mysticism. 842 more words