[ 31 May 05|19:23pm ] It was a still day. Leaves didn't swirl. Trees didn't rustle. The ashes were in a small ceramic pot. Designed late 1920's. Gaudy. The guests whisper quietly to each other. The wind doesn't carry their words. Lost. Mother steps up. Takes control. Empties the ashes into the sea. A gasp. A cry. I drift slowly to the ocean floor. post comment

[ 28 May 05|09:53am ] a thousand eyes. watching. silence. a gust of wind. a russle of skirts. a slap. a cry. panic. blood. "DOCTOR!" Always too late. 1 comment|post comment

[ 22 May 05|12:53pm ] that day. the subtle scent of decaying lilies. the un-natural hum of the hummingbird's wings. the dark shadow of a bat crossing the pink-tinted sky at dusk. that day i will never forget. and for that day, i am forever in your debt. 1 comment|post comment

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