a slice of pie :: prev :: next :: not knowing if anything would come of it he started typing for many, many things were swimming circles in his head this blasted change in the time and everyone having a hard time getting to sleep and getting up and noticing an increase in the levels of stress and a decrease in the length of his fuse and feeling guilty, feeling horrible for again stepping on little toes, and bruising little hearts feeling caught in a trap getting so blinded by sin that he couldn't see the grace that enveloped him so on this balmy spring day as the puffy clouds that proceed the rains danced through the sky outside his window four from the ground he thought of emerald isle and her, and her children and was in an instant sucked into a day dream lost in the images of being with her of all of them being together at the beach it was so close he could taste it one day, one day... so then, longing for something more real something more certain, his thoughts turned to that weekend only seven away when they would all be together together, okay, stop, i'm crying again... © 2002 (9 april) john r. chase
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