Friday, November 01, 2002

If you're not reading Wockerjabby, I demand to know why not. Here's a taste of what she wrote today:

at night the sky was striped with clouds right through the constellations, and while I sat sleepless on my windowsill we watched each other in baleful melancholy. but this morning, this morning I (still sleepless) was wallowing in the slowness of the sunrise when a breath of wind ripped a whole flock of orange leaves from their branches and sent them tumbling against the glass of my window. I opened it and they rushed in, hitting me full in the face and sticking in my hair. "I missed you too," I said, because I did.

'nuff said.

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