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Tuesday, April 12, 2005

I was waiting. For that one look that would speak volumes in the silence that surrounded us. A silence often broken by words weaving stray thoughts in our heads and the desire to speak without saying much and the desire to say everything without speaking at all. I looked up to him and smiled and just when his eyes would have caught my gaze I looked away. I was afraid of what I might find. More of what I might not. Most of what my own might betray.


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