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anything was up -- she thought I was just being annoying. Once we got to the beach, I waited for Jessica's mood to improve, and then I started talking about all our good times and how much I loved her -- and why. I guess I overdid it, because she said, "What's going on?" I reached into my pocket, pulled out the diamond ring, and said, "Jessica, will you marry me?" Her reply was, "Are you kidding?" I told her to just answer the question. She said yes. And cried. Then we sat on the beach and watched the sun come up. Romeo #3:Jackie knew I had the ring -- we picked it out together -- but I still wanted the proposal to be a complete surprise. The only place I didn't think she'd expect it was at her office, so I asked her boss to help me arrange it. He agreed to schedule a fake meeting with her so she'd be in her office when I arrived. As I walked in, Jackie turned red and said, "What are you doing here?" Apparently, she thought her boss was going to be mad. Instead, he left the office. I closed

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and verses are only the outward garments of the poem and are no more really it than your ruffles and flounces are you, Jane. The real poem is the soul within them . . .and that beautiful bit is the soul of an unwritten poem. It is not every day one sees a soul. . .even of a poem."
"I wonder what a soul. . .a person's soul. . .would look like," said Priscilla dreamily.
"Like that, I should think," answered Anne, pointing to a radiance of sifted sunlight streaming through a birch tree. "Only with shape and features of course. I like to fancy souls as being made of light. And some are all shot through with rosy stains and quivers. . .and some have a soft glitter like moonlight on the sea. . .and some are pale and transparent like mist at dawn."
"I read somewhere once that souls were like flowers," said Priscilla.
"Then your soul is a golden narcissus," said Anne, "and Diana's is like a red, red rose