witty-remark's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- - You tell me to go watch the meteor shower. Outside, on the foot of the steps of our deck, I sit and throw my head back. A rich indigo sheet with small twinkling punctures blankets everything above me. I grasp one in the palms of my iris and make a wish, looking up just in time to see the blinking lights of a distant airplane fly off with my misdirected prayer on the tip of its wings. 10:57 p.m. - Tuesday, Aug. 11, 2009 |
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