First Kiss

And we kissed. Slowly, awkwardly and beautifully. Time stopped. I could sense every atom of my being and I felt connected to every atom in existence. My fingers reached up to touch her cheek and they dipped inside her head to touch her mind, to touch her soul, and to hold her in the palm of my hand.

Her eyes opened wide. And she knew.

We were only kids. I have to confess that it was my first kiss. I can

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  1. If you’re interested in Grace you may want to watch Dogville. I’ll tell you now, it’s long and slow and Abby will hate it. But the film, which still has me wondering what to think of it, is an interesting allegory about what to do with Grace.

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