For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.

Tuesday, 12-16-08

Honey, you know me, i’m all or none.

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She’d thought she’d found a little bit of herself in him. Trod longer and further than she has ever into uncertainty.

Her voice mellowed to nothing, and her tears dried.

She found a way to float above and watch her nightmare, live and in person, as he stood right before her.

She’d opened her heart, and it in turn opened her eyes.






















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