Friday, October 28, 2005

Sometimes you get a "Happy No Birthday!" congratulation, you smile and know how much you like her for things like that. Those small stupid details that no one would care, but which at the end are what matter, or could have mattered. Have to stop being satisfied with those things which are good but not enough... Have to stop reaping the small joys no one else cares. I'll start to be a bit more astray, I guess, for a time. Know, dare, do, be silent. I'll be fine.


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