seethingblue's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- the Jade cool afternoons spent alone, Fridays when I have nothing but novels, wrinkled pages, and makeshift bookmarks: a piece of The Bamboo House menu folded lengthwise, stale, letters etched out. I am afraid: they do not know me, we are outside, my hands are not beautiful, and there will be nothing left to hold. 18:06 - 31 January, 2003 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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