Saturday, April 16, 2005

Everythings washed in the bright yellow sunlight. A crispness in the air that has been missed beyond perception, the acute awareness of having been here before - a different time, a different space it felt like, a complete other dimension. Leaving me, u had said u would return soon to that glitch in time we had created. betrayed i felt when u didnt - but why speak of another time and another place when i see you as vividly as the tic crawling away from the golden hair belonging to an indulgent labrador.

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