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confessions of a dinner whore

Monday, August 07, 2006

ny heart in a distant land

the magic of cinema surrounding. i felt good , i felt comfortable. well dressed, smelling nice.
the seat next to me empty , thinking of o. o.'s presence , warming heart. good thoughts.
small storm above my head , walking back lost in thoughts . little lightnings , little raindrops. raindrops on my glasses . slow moves , hands in pockets , wet clothes ,but not soaking wet.
everything very quiet. comforting sound of rain.
overwhelming feeling , impossible to describe with words.



[i guess i always wanted to be a superhero]

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