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The missing landscape


             The missing landscape.
            
             2002-12-12.
             It is a caf where I met him on torrid July. I have never thought this caf would be in that caf was so attractive and all persons were fascinated by the caf . As the matter of fact, I ignored the slogan "To buy one and get one free". What a pity that I only got myself!.
             At that just time, with a twinkling in my sight, I grasped him.
             "Hey! I'm Ivy. I think it's my honor to share it with you and your privilege as well," I said so confidently that I was afraid of his refusing.
             "Why not, my pleasure, I am appreciative to receive your gracious invitation. ".
             Then another self reliant smile appeared on my cheeks.
             Unfamiliar ones sit once face to face, it maybe difficult to share something in common. For breaking the silence, he spoke with a sudden commencement.
             "Before long I heard a caricature story, but I ain't sure whether you know it.".
             But with his old stuff start, I shook my head inadvertently and kept enjoying my coffee.
             He made no reaction and just immersed his tale telling.
             "There are two youths live in the same building, but the man turns left and the woman turns right. Although they really have sat on the same long chair at different times and have obviously kissed a lovely kid, they have never met each other. Until one day, they run into at the pool, the two youth were unwilling to leave each other as if they had been the sweethearts for a long time. Finally they left, mutual telephone number. Then they went back home and one turned left, the other turned right.".
             "Even though on that rainy day, they were exited. That man clenched the dim number that suffer from rain and kept on dialing different numbers yet he did not heard that voice which was engraved on his bones and heart. At the same time, the woman lived next door was looking forward the ring call, if then, she would jumped as a bird startled by the mere twang of a bow string, but she failed to wait.


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