And I keep having the same recurring dream:
*A single white dove, wings spread and gliding through the air. Tied around one of its ankles was a piece of white ribbon. It fluttered in the wind and the bird flew. It looked peaceful enough, beautiful even. And then the fast flash of deep crimson marred the pure whiteness of the birds feathers. As a leaf would flutter in the wind, it fell.*
Marianna...
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Lucas has had enough of my being a sad-sack. He's taking me to the BoTan so we can watch Shakespeare in the Park. I remember raising an eyebrow when I saw the title on the flier he handed me: The Taming of the Shrew. How fitting.
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Have you ever found yourself walking down a busy street, your thoughts far, far off in some distant place? And then suddenly all of your senses awaken and you snap out of your daydream, and look about sharply, as if you know something is about to happen, and as you look around you catch a glimpse of “it” through the crowd. “It” being something you can identify, but not put a name to. “It” not being something scary or harmful to yourself, but rather, something you want to run up to and embrace. However, after that split second you catch a glimpse of it, you loose it. Then you’re only left with the shadow of what you thought it was, what you hoped it was and the warm feeling of knowing it was there, but frantically searching for it again?
I miss Will more than I would've ever imagined...
