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There's a myth about Victoria's Secret angels. They're supposed to be the fantasy of healthy young boys. When in fact the angelic dreams of the healthiest boys I knew had nothing to do with jiggling women in sparkly underwear. YUCH!
Nope, we dreamt at a time when things like cars were made NOT to feed the nightmares of grim governments obsessed with sanding away anything powerful, dangerous, wasteful, or romantic about them. Uh-uh. Then they were sleek, muscular, responsive, and melodic angels gleaming squint-bright through our boyhood night-times.
They let us drive a glowing enthusiasm that's somehow dimmed.
Ahh… but those were childish times when leaders preached optimism and its reward was angels that glimmered in a boy’s sleep.
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I LOVE yur creative touch....delightful.... and as always entertaining to my eye and soul...
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