An end to sunny days, sweaty thighs, thick moving air.
Memories of heartache, stagnation, hope.
And sparks of happiness. They were hard to spot, but you had to look closely and try not to blink.
But I knew they were there, hidden in the thick pudding of the aether.
An end to sunny days, but that's not to say the days to come won't be bright.
Thursday, September 25, 2008
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