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Aug 14, 2004 00:01

Take the curtains from your window before the morning sun comes up. Let the sky and the warm light soak your room as you lie on your floor with pages and books of things you've written and all of the past set to words spread all around you. I'll sit in front of you with your hands in my lap, wrapped up with mine.

I look forward to lazy days of nothing but lying in bed with you with good records playing and a glass of orange juice somewhere nearby. Future is looking good.

I hold you so close.
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