:: Saturday, August 31, 2002 ::

"If I could bottle my hopes in a store bought scent,
They'd be nutmeg peach and they'd pay the rent..." (3EB)

Amazing, the secret lives that people lead, far away from prying eyes or substance or reality... lives where wishes come true if the desire is sincere enough... lives in which a girl is everything to the boy who barely knows of her existence... lives where the everlasting is bound up in small moments, such as a drop of rain or a well-placed smile... lives that consume under the surface, always on the verge of blossoming into fact, but never doing so. I sometimes wonder if that is our inbred desire for heaven, clamoring to be heard above so much mundane noise.
Mi apologinos... our apartment is 87 degrees F and rising... my thoughts aren't circulating as clearly as they should.

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:: Bethany Bassett - 4:26 PM :: + ::