5/9/2008 6:58 am
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I look around me and see only a dry existence. But there is a PLACE. In my heart and where my heart will always be. And when I close my eyes I see that place. I feel the breezes and I step outside, into sun that warms my skin and doesn't scorch it. I know that just a short distance that way is water. The other way is mountains, high up where the air is cooler. Sky blue is really the color of the crayon in the box. Clouds do drift. Neighbors do speak to you. At night the air is cool enough that you welcome the touch of the person lying next to you in bed.
Day 51 of Califonia Round 8.
I've ruined it for him. He will never be content here now, and to go back to Maine will never be the same for me because I cannot ask him to go with me.
It's all lost. All of it. I miss him and I miss US. I miss the simple life. I miss the simple man I made a life with in a very simple place.
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TAKEN it yet? Yes or No? ( 
