Saturday, July 14, 2012
Sometimes memories stalk as shadows in broad daylight, taking human form, or inhabit life in some other physical way. Shadows stretch long and thin even with the sun at its apex. All is not horror, though. Genuine friendship is still to be had, and old friendships remembered are more precious than silver. "Parting is such sweet sorrow"--goodbye always comes too soon: "I love you guys!!--ok...this is gay."
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