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Aug 15, 2005 02:49

The rain poured down from heights far too far away for my eyes to see, and I finally found that beauty he said would be so hard to unravell in such weather.

I'd like to think it was him and I'd like to think that he made it through those golden gates. No, I know he made it. I felt it the moment I stepped outside after the last goodbye. He's with his dad again, he's happy, and that's all that matters in the end.















the first afternoon of the three little pigs:

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