Sitting in the record store floor yesterday, June 27th ,My Baby, my love was searching for hidden treasure amongst the box shelves of cds. There were new releases others were previously owned but all of them held some value to someone. I love to just be with him but i am not the same type of treasure hunter. I found myself a place on the cool floor out of everyone's way then moments later a heat kissed young woman entered the door into the cooler air to find some relief. I spoke to her as she entered the door of the record store His make up was moist , just short of running as it mixed with the sweat on his beautiful brow. Her eyes were a beautiful brown framed in black mascara and eyeliner against brown tones of eye shadow. I expressed my understanding of the need to find some relief from the heat. She slowly made her way to me, cautiously analyzing my every move ,as if i had some hidden motive. She had no idea , I was also a treasure hunter. We shared a few words about the day about each other and then she joined me on the cool linoleum floor. One shoulder held a satchel and upon unzipping it the colored pencils and drawing tablet appeared. A common interest , a starting point. I smiled at her , committed that i also was an artist. She shared with me some glimpses of her drawings and also there were pages of words, her journal she said. I wondered how much happiness was written inside. She then explained that she had come to visit a friend but had gotten lost on the unfamiliar streets. She was from somewhere else. I explained i couldn't help with directions because i also was new to this part of town. I loved her eyes. The type of eyes that smile even when their sad. Her hair full, wavy brown. I asked if i could photograph her and with a smile she flipped her hair hugged her knees . Her smile made my heart happy for both of us.
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