December 14, 2011 01:38:06 PM
:
jeanne
:
Very, very late. Dark and cold. I don't know how much longer I can wait.
He's talking again. How much he loves me--blah, blah, blah. His words turn to frost in the air and I am mesmerized once again by the changing shapes of his promises.
Finally. Finally! I let go of the railing and lean back. Listening, this time, for the splash.
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from "norman": so many ways to fall in love ... or out of ones life
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