From: bz687@cleveland.Freenet.Edu (E. Andi Woods)
Newsgroups: alt.romance.chat
Subject: Gypsies and unexplained absences...
Date: 3 Sep 92 20:56:47 GMT
Reply-To: bz687@cleveland.Freenet.Edu (E. Andi Woods)
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The Gypsy turns off the machine which has become alternately her
lifeline and her worst nightmare and prepares to go to bed...

As she lies there her mind swims with all the things that she did
not have time to do before leaving on her vacation... the letters
she didn't have time to answer... the dear friends who managed 
somehow to be ignored, but not forgotten in the shuffle... she 
makes a mental note to appoligize to Steve, Lis, and Rick Iswara
when she gets home... 

She arrives in Florida just in time to walk on the beach and enjoy 
the sunset her first evening... The waves lap gently at her bare 
feet, for once free of jingling anklets... and the sky is 
breathtaking... as she walks alone she sees the lightning in the 
distance from a far off storm but her mind is still on the problems
of home... And as she looks around her at the couples walking arm
in arm... faces turned up to meet adoring eyes, she can think only 
of how much she would like to share this with the man she has come
to love... and there is a momentary twinge of bitterness that she
cannot even close her eyes and see his face in her mind... it hurts
to love someone so much, and not be able to call their image to 
mind...

The first full day in the beach house was spent under a hurricane 
watch... the news spoke of Homestead and showed pictures of disaster
a walk along the boardwalk showed shopkeepers taping their windows
preparing for the worst... It occured to her that those of her friends
who knew where she was would be concerned... but there was only one
she really wanted to call and reasure, and she had no way of reaching
him...

The hurricane passed, missing our little haven by a wide margin...
and having by this time spent 4 days outside of her normal life, 
the Gypsy was begining to feel less like the site of some horrid
emotional hurricane... She took long walks on the beach... gathering 
shells for a project... or just watching the waves lap up against the
beach, and the pelicans dive into the water in search of fish...

She didn't come back from her 10 days away from everyday life with
a stunning tan, she also managed to avoid a serious burn (quite an
accomplishment for a woman with red hair if you ask me...)  In a 
few min she will walk into work... Everything is supposedly back to
normal...


I cannot promise that i will be around any more now than i have been
in the last couple of months... it just hasn't been in my cards to 
keep up with the goings on in ARCland as i would like... i will say 
that i will try to check in on occaision... but, at least for now, if 
you would like to bring something to my attention, it might be best to 
email me... at least that way we can both be sure i see it...

*hugs* to all

Andi
Official Gypsy of the RFA
Recovering from a recent game of 78 pickup...
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