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Rachel's there beside me on the train; she's looking at the scene passing by. Her blond hair flows over her shoulders like water; it catches my vision as she turns. On our way eloping from our home and parents: her father my mother; step brother step sister. When will they realize we have gone? Rachel asks. I ponder, thinking of yesterday when Mother told me off coming out of Rachel's pink bedroom. I don't know what you were doing there in Rachel's pink bedroom, Mother said, but I don't want to see you in there. I look at Rachel's eyes at how they stare at me. I don't know when they'll know that we've gone, but we're here together and they're there without us. We almost went further last evening than kissing and holding, but held back. But maybe tonight when we're alone in Scotland in some room, we'll make love. The odd man opposite Rachel on the train stares at us both, as if he knew about our love flight. I stare at him until his dark eyes look away and my eyes meet Rachel's, and see there two small men gazing back and it's me in those eyes which are deep like wild seas.
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Feb 16, 2016
Feb 16, 2016 at 1:44 AM UTC
LIKE WILD SEAS 1980.
Rachel's there beside me on the train; she's looking at the scene passing by. Her blond hair flows over her shoulders like water; it catches my vision as she turns. On our way eloping from our home and parents: her father my mother; step brother step sister. When will they realize we have gone? Rachel asks. I ponder, thinking of yesterday when Mother told me off coming out of Rachel's pink bedroom. I don't know what you were doing there in Rachel's pink bedroom, Mother said, but I don't want to see you in there. I look at Rachel's eyes at how they stare at me. I don't know when they'll know that we've gone, but we're here together and they're there without us. We almost went further last evening than kissing and holding, but held back. But maybe tonight when we're alone in Scotland in some room, we'll make love. The odd man opposite Rachel on the train stares at us both, as if he knew about our love flight. I stare at him until his dark eyes look away and my eyes meet Rachel's, and see there two small men gazing back and it's me in those eyes which are deep like wild seas.
A BOY AND GIRL ELOPING TO SCOTLAND IN 1980
#girl#boy#scotland#1980#eloping
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Feb 16, 2016
Feb 16, 2016 at 1:44 AM UTC
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