10 March, 2004


Once again, the world changes....


Clouds are fluffy pink pink whales, cavorting against the sunset sky, white yellow glow uplighting their underbellies.


Moon hugs horizon, heavy, orange, oval... a half eaten peach.

In the parking lot, he reaches for my hand, pulls me close to kiss my cheek.

Sweet, yes, just when I promise myself I'm giving up on him and his careless offhand ways.

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