Rita
Another blast from the past comes your way. This is an entry I took from my former blog. Posted on Friday,October 29th, 2004.
She had long curly hair, the color of the night. It swayed over her waist as she walked. Smooth dark skin, generous dark brown eyes that shone with care.
She often told us stories of her life in the german convent. To her it was her only “home”. She never knew any other form of belonging to a place, or a person.
She was one of the most important female figures in my life. She touched my entire being, and she taught me so much. I am forever thankful that I got to know such an amazing muse.
Some people go through life never meeting someone who is “true”. She was true, and real. She never ceased to amaze me, she was a role model to me and she still is.Where are you Rita?
current mood: curious
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October 25th, 2005 at 2:52 pm
Amazed about your muse Rita what a tribute from your part for not only to remember Rita as a good person .You have added her influential individualities that left a trace in you ,and crave for Rita ,you are both lucky you have interacted .It is not unusual that many of us have our own Ritas for a mentor in our life ,mine did a lot for me I may be luckier than others ,while my Ritas are alive ,I grew up to a sense and age of maturity to re appreciate and at times reworded them , by giving them a prove, that what they have inspired in me worked and made me of a better person .Yet I am sad to say that I have witnessed their demise . When I remember them in good faith I am glad that I paid tribute while they where alive .I wish you to find your Rita and tell her in person what you wrote about her .