Dirt Window
I sit in the basement, looking up, waiting for the sky to change.
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Friday, September 19, 2003
I could spend so much time wondering what it means, a simple touch. Instead, I stood and walked away. I felt a soft, slow jolt, and yet, I disciplined my face to stoney forward stare and left.
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