but as for me my dreams are in the west, where only ocean breezes blow and the breeze of your sweet breath across my bare skin and that is real. in my state beats the relentless heat of suppression and there are no immigration laws that say you can't live here save those you make. and as for me this is my first trip here and I've returned not alone, but with the wine and passion burning deep inside me. and if i see the emerald city in your cool eyes, i may be forgiven -- i always did like emerald better than jade. Kathi K. 05-24-78
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