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By scqueen Date: 2001 Dec 01 Comment on this Work [[2001.12.01.16.22.30221]] |
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The mood of the day is contagious. The cat is curled at my feet, napping on a hand-pieced blanket, happy to reside with me. Fire is blazing and my train of thought drips like warm syrup to you. I close my eyes and recall a time when I first scrawled my name with yours. It was just after our trip to the plaza to watch the Alvin Ailey ballet. You had a luster about you that I longed to emulate; all the qualities of a prize-winning piece of fiction that I couldn't wait to get my hands on. |