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Happy Birthday, Baby

I love you...always.

The clouds swirled in early this afternoon. and now the rain is falling tentatively. We have our sliding glass door fully open. and i am listening to it happily. I love the aroma of rain, it is so alive, so full of buried mystery, it smells like the earth is letting out a long dormant sigh of relief.

I miss him with every word and every breath ( Read more... )

It hasn't been as long as it usually is between my updates, but this one is going to be short and sweet ( Read more... )

London ( Read more... )

What if things weren't as linear as we imagine ( Read more... )

I feel like I've lived an entire week in the past two days. Yesterday was a busy day, early to rise, late to bed ( Read more... )

I remember when I used to wait for him to come home. I would anxiously look from watch to clock to door, listening intently for the sound of his car, key, footstep. And even before that when I would go with him and stare at the stage, wondering ( Read more... )

I don't have anything to say, but I write anyway, for the sake of keeping some routine ( Read more... )