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About Me
- Luucy Stone
- Fort Morgan, Alabama, United States
- An Islander, lifetime. Maid of the sea, serenity. Foot prints in the sand we leave behind...can feel it between my toes...tickles. Amphibian. Fort Morgan Alabama cwellc
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If only John Grisham could write this one.
"ALABAMA JUSTICE"
Chapter One
From the sands of Fort Morgan Alabama, came a Lady. Raised southern, with culture and grace. Southern Baptist, strict rules embraced, in the Bible Belt, Heart of Dixie.
Graduated with honor, options of open doors included a four year scholarship, at an Alabama University. New York to Los Angeles a modeling career was awaiting, Pepsi and others anticipating. Her style of fashion, tall slender and natural, could design and put class on a run way captivation.
An arranged marriage she could not endure, left everyone standing in confusion. At seventeen, there was too much to do, beyond an island, small colony with a forced lifetime obligation too. Nice southern gentleman he was, handsome with wealth, just could not imagine spending the rest of life without heart love felt.
She continued to grow, her Father in fear. He wanted her home, always near, not in New York or California. Society was changing, she was not prepared, beyond Alabama.
Her world was controlled, reality unknown beyond a small spectrum.
Spirit with intellect, she made her way, always respecting her family opinion. They simply did not see her life, or goals as did she. But with respect she followed instruction, fifty-fifty, at seventeen.
Chapter Two
September 1970, a deal was cut with Camille's Father. One year in Business College, in Mobile...at least you will acquire further education, maturity. My Blessings shall go with you, for only one more year.
She began 20th Century Buisness College 1970. One week later, 22 September, she turned eighteen. Their eyes met.
Lost in the mystery of his eyes, Camille lost all sensibility. An unexpected marriage occurred six months later, 1 March 1971.
Their innocent,
young lives begun.
Age eighteen and nineteen, life followed.
The Marriage was a shock,
to family and friends.
So many sought,
What he captured.
Monday night,
Guest were everywhere,
'Twas unique...
CHAPTER THREE
Thirty years passed, raising the
children blessed with. Seems obvious at this point, two becoming one has unknown battles to overcome. Takes more than love, sex and rock and roll for two to remain one.
Passing years affecting many, reveal similiar affects of young marriage. They grow together, or apart...there is no middle ground.
When all is left...
is the beginning,
'Tis imperative to Remember
Why you became one in the first place. If that was lost along the way, somewhere in the years one departed. 'Tis a long and winding road of journey, if two roads resulted after thirty years...
Then What? Decisions must be made, a single decision can affect many...is the decision for the one, or the many? Productive or Destructive? Time reveals answers,
crimes of the heart...
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"ROLL OF THE DICE" Jan 8, '08 12:07 AM
by Dyxie for group writersblock360
Entry for January 07, 2008
" ROLL OF THE DICE "
See the table...
Fine green velvet lined
Impeccable spaces, numbers,
words...scattered between blocks
and curves...
Place your wager
If you dare...
to the Gambler
The Crap Table said...!
Put it all on midnight !
Shouted the Gambler in the night
Dice sparkled in the dancing lights
Midnight, Midnight the Gambler cried out Loud!
This time Has to be the Perfect roll...
Numbers flying in the air,
confined to two blocks of ivory...
dice hit the wall, powerful toss !
Two Dice danced,
Intense Anticipation...
They rolled over and over
and over again...
then the numbers revealed Reality.
Timing, Decision, Desperate, Afraid...
All in one roll of the dice
A Gambler bet,
Crap shot...!?!?
Is this not life in general?
Decisions are made everyday...
Do they affect the one,
or the Many?
Any Decision affects another,
One must decide
if for the one...or the many
productively.
Dyxie Dymond* 7 January 2008*
Fort Morgan Alabama
Crosswinds LLC
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