Found and lost

I get so many beautiful things in Africa, but they are so easily lost again. I seem not to be able to hold on to her for very long time. She slips through my fingers as if she was never really here. I don't even see her before it is all over. It makes me sad for a while until the next women comes around to sweet me up and the story can rewind. I have been forwarded to a new irony.

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