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A park in summer. A warm day. Sun shining brightly, birds singing, soft green grass, a fountain. Children in the background laughing, playing, one or two likely crying over skinned up knees. Parents talking, whispering, gossiping, fussing over kids, watching in amusement, or possibly even arguing in hushed voices so as not to ruin the day for ( Read more... )

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Cory, my Cory. Why can't you be here in Canada where I might have a chance to meet you in person? It's a real shame you live in the States and I only get to see written words on my computer screen, or hear a soft voice over a long distance line. I'd love it if we could just get together for a coffee, or even just snuggle on the couch. Then ( Read more... )