Napoleon Poegle
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Dear Diary
I hate to shop, but sometimes I must. It was a cold morning today. The wind was blowing, the mist was enveloping the cool country-side, and thousands of people were making there way through the streets.
Out of the rain stepped what can only be described as a ‘beautiful’ man, a prolific artist, writer and dreamer. I’m not really sure what drew me to this man; maybe it was the gauntness of his eyes. There was a misery that seemed to be expressed through design.
He wasn’t a shady figure but a man playing his accordion. I’d seen him many times before today. Today I decided to stop and visit.
We talked awhile. Oh what a day this will be. He had a flaming 8 ball tattooed on his arm and he was using an empty whiskey flask as a walkie talkie.
The only thing that seemed to have changed today is that he moved a little slower. Today I met a man. Who threw his arms around me, This man is the real deal. It’s probably not worthy of international news, but It was so amazing to meet such a welcoming person. …
Be disbelieving or be skeptical or believe in it: it is up to you.
The day I met you, I went home and I wrote in my diary: today, I met a man. I met the man I’m going to marry.
Donna in Napoleon, Ohio (search phrase “today I met a man”)