Nan Schuler's Photo FORBIDDEN. I met him when he was forty; he had blonde hair and blue eyes and he was tall and lean. His face was boyish, yet he was handsome and he was...sexy and suave. He had a quiet confidence about him and his swagger hinted at innocence. But when I saw his sweet smile...well...he was...and his name was Eamon. The years have passed quickly since, and now I know him at sixty. His soft white hair enhances the blue in this eyes, his shoulders are relaxed from a life's hard work and his face has gently softened with lines of wisdom. His innocence hides behind the persona he carries and his swagger...well...it's a stroll now. He's become a treasure for many and much respected, but mostly, he's been...mine...for twenty-two years and he's taught me that one can love very deeply. He is...and his name is still...Eamon. #1782578727452944496
FORBIDDEN. I met him when he was forty; he had blonde hair and blue eyes and he was tall and lean. His face was boyish, yet he was handsome and he was...sexy and suave. He had a quiet confidence about him and his swagger hinted at innocence. But when I saw his sweet smile...well...he was...and his name was Eamon. The years have passed quickly since, and now I know him at sixty. His soft white hair enhances the blue in this eyes, his shoulders are relaxed from a life's hard work and his face has gently softened with lines of wisdom. His innocence hides behind the persona he carries and his swagger...well...it's a stroll now. He's become a treasure for many and much respected, but mostly, he's been...mine...for twenty-two years and he's taught me that one can love very deeply. He is...and his name is still...Eamon.
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