July 22, 2009
I sit at my kitchen table, trying to concentrate on replying to emails. Emails asking for my time, my energy, my love. My heart first goes to you then your facebook page. In the light blue t-shirt you gave me and nothing else, I pick up my phone and type in your name to dial [...]
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July 17, 2009
As she sat in the small room, she wondered if her dress was too short to have worn today. It was linen, did it shrink in the wash, was she appearing too risque? She looked at his hands on his knees, his short clean nails, noticed their knees barely touching. No words were spoken as [...]
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