mainsqueeze's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Harvest. I bought you the warmest sweater I could find last winter. We drove miles and miles, thousands of them, you in that sweater. In turn, you bought me a necklace, and a red heart to hang from it, and endless cups of coffee. We went, wide-eyed, past mountains and deserts and lakes and canyons, me with my necklace, you with your brown-striped sweater. You kept one hand on the wheel and one in my lap. We drive now, and all you do is stare at the road in front of you. *** Ill give you back your heart if I can have the sweater. 6:12 p.m. - 2002-03-22 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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