Nicholas Salvatore met Elizabeth Galloway at a bar in the middle of nowhere west Texas on July 14, 1943.

Old Chicago Union StationShe sits with the golden haze of the morning

Silently dancing over her toes, her flaxen hair

Traversed through imperceptibly by the breeze

Coming off of the waves

With an insignificant effort she culls the

Warmth of the horizon and fills her heart full.

Although she has no reason to believe

She was ever here before,

Each grain of sand brings with it the comfort

Of carefree days long lost in noisy dance halls.

Time here becomes not something to live by

But something to mock and belittle.

She sits, face to face with time,

Both of them powerless,

Both of them content.

Next: Nicholas and Elizabeth, an Introduction

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