13 years ago
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Monday, December 21, 2009
She Appears Composed, So She Is, I Suppose
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Just A Small Town Boy
A single mattress lay on the floor of the living room. Bars of afternoon light shone through the wooden shutters and onto our bodies. With smiles plastered to our faces, thoughts seeped into the air without fear of being judged or looked down upon. I don’t know what possessed me to open up the way I did, but perhaps the 100km distance that would frequently be between us helped assure that nothing I said would leave that house in that unfamiliar area in the northern suburbs.
Sunday, December 6, 2009
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