aosid's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- - notes from the graveyard: Sully the past with rosy fondness. It was a parting gift - a page torn from a diary. It explained everything and nothing in a little flashbulb koan. He reads it carefully, then takes a long pensive pull from his drink. He looks at the recipient with incredulous pity and allows one beat of choked laughter (just too loud). His eyes betray the absence of mirth. He shakes his head: 'My god. How can you smile?' the moon has been putting on extravagant shows, as if it can sense that it began waning a day ago. i look every time you suggest it. and i also search for orion whenever i can, but that's just for me. 8:51 a.m. - 2011-12-11 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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