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Screensize: 640 x 480 800 x 600 1024 x 768 1280 x 1024 UserName: Password: Format Mode: Basic  Help  Prompt  Format: Font Andale Mono Arial Arial Black Book Antiqua Century Gothic Comic Sans MS Courier New Georgia Impact Lucida Console Script MT Bold Stencil Tahoma Times New Roman Trebuchet MS Verdana   Size 1 2 3 4 5 6   Color Black Red Yellow Pink Green Orange Purple Blue Beige Brown Teal Navy Maroon LimeGreen Message: * HTML is OFF * Forum Code is ON Smilies Each year it enters at night. A surprise. Last night was the night. An opiate. Intoxicating. Honey and orange entwined. On the balcony and in the courtyard. Surrounds like a cloud. Breathe the breath of Angels under Heaven. Scent of the Victorian Box tree. Magic in southern California. Seeping in through the windows. Slipping through the keyhole and under the door. Weaving into the sheets so we fall asleep drinking it in. A tree of plain green leaves until the night it blossoms. Clusters of luscious small creamy blooms. The flowers open and release their sweet fragrance. For a week. Only at night. Seduction. Sudden as love. Now we're going to a restaurant to eat spaghetti and drink Lorenzo's fine wine. To celebrate Kelly's last weekend before she leaves to join Dave in Maryland. Our family and friends. A gang. A place in San Marcos where they give us our own room. Where the garlic bread never stops arriving and the kids can draw on the paper tablecloths. And when we come home the scent will be waiting. Will catch us before we even get to the door.