nookncranny's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- in a series of good seats we sat in a corner built of twinkly lights and glass last night, after lost in translation. i told him about how i've arrived upon feeling new, and broken through, and deeply happy. ducking into the shelter of the car, i wondered outloud if my hair was too soggy now, for a nice restaurant. "that's funny," he handed me. "i was just noticing how beautifully your face is built." - ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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