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{Reservations} {Tickets} {Map} {Photos} {Souvaniers} {Postcards} {Design} 2002-04-27 | 10:23 a.m. Spring is not a good time for me. I look around at all the greenness, newness, freshness and think "How sad. All of this will be brown soon enough." Spring is a friendly, gentle tickle that I respond to with tears. It's safe to cry now. Winter's come, killed, and turned the corner. It's safe to cry. The worst is over and long gone, so I can relax. Eva should relax. A year of working with her and I'm no more able to cope than the first day she showed up. Maybe I should just let her have her way. Miss These? absence of life - 2003-07-28 |
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