I love you she said, like a shattered dish, the words spread at my feet like so many shards of porcelain. Impossible to take back and beyond mending. Her eyes changed three times waiting for my response, which never came.
Saturday, December 08, 2007
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this is a bittersweet little prose bit...I like it a lot -
Agreed.
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