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It had been a while, but I wasn't surprised to find him standing at my door. Of course he was needing a place to crash.
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For the longest time, I leaned against the doorframe. Even in the dark I could make out the shape of him sleeping on my couch. I just listened to his breathing, dee
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In the beginning, I loved the travel. Short stays in different hotels, the changing scenery,the people. I do my job, interact as needed. But at heart I am a loner. Most nights
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Feeling lonely and barren myself, I chose a lonely, barren place to find my answers. I fled to isolation, wanting to lose myself into the knot of pain that was so close to my s
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"There" turned out to be my place. A small mother-in-law apartment in the back yard of a friend. It was one bedroom, and small, but it was warm and inviti
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Funny how a song can take you back. Just lift you right out of your front seat and sit you down square in the center of 1974. This one did. In the length of one screaming guita
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Snow blew across the moon one cold December night. December 23rd to be exact. Inside my kitchen was warm, the air holding a cinnamon smell. Bread rose in one corner, cooki
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I sat at the far end of the bar next to a cowboy quietly downing longnecks. He'd look my way once in a while, but so far hadn't said a word. Either because I was avby Apparition 800 words, 5 comments, on Dec 5 6:44 PM 2004. In <200 lines
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You can always tell the dreamers. They will be the one with books in their hand. While standing in line waiting to vote, they will transport themselves to
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Another Saturday, wasted at the mall. Fighting crowds, looking for a gift for someone else. I wanted it to be special. Just that perfect "som
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I remember how lightly the snow fell. So tiny, were the flakes, they seemed to float. David was mesmerized. Raising a small gloved hand pointing.&nb
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I must have taken a pen to those final papers a dozen times, before I finally signed them. I read, re-read each line, each paragraph, enough times to have worn a hole in
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I met him at "The Hideout". A little bar only the locals inhabit, because you have to be lost to find it. We serve a rougher crowd, not the one's you'd fi
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I watched him sleeping. Watched the rise and fall of his chest. Mouth slightly parted, his breathing deep.
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I came across them by accident. To avoid the backup at the construction zone, I cut across the parking lot of the grocery store. It so stunned me, seeing them together, that I
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I was crying on his shoulder again. Well, actually, he was leaning against a wall, smoking a cigarette. And there were no tears. I was no where near him. Just leaning again
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Hot as blazes it was, mid August. Wearing blue jean cutoffs, their frayed edge, tickling my thigh. I kept on cutting though, didn’t miss a beat. Leaning over the sidewalk on
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A cold evening in late December, a celebration of you, though you really don't want it. You play along, acceptance more than enjoyment, agreeing to dinner out in a fancy
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