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The streets were dark and cold the first time she saw them. Them, the people under the water.
She was walking away from a messy boy. Walking all night long, across the city, across her life. The stars seemed so far away that night, and the moon so close.
Everything was reflected in the river. The skyscrapers all pointed downward. And the undersides of the bridges all looked up, forming little caverns one could almost crawl into. It was there that she saw him, sitting on the underside of a bridge, beneath the water.
He was looking at her.
in other news
It's looking like I might not stay in Boston. Portland looks promising, or possibly England.
I can't believe I forgot for so many years how much I love solitude. It's really, really nice to enjoy being alone with myself again.
She was walking away from a messy boy. Walking all night long, across the city, across her life. The stars seemed so far away that night, and the moon so close.
Everything was reflected in the river. The skyscrapers all pointed downward. And the undersides of the bridges all looked up, forming little caverns one could almost crawl into. It was there that she saw him, sitting on the underside of a bridge, beneath the water.
He was looking at her.
in other news
It's looking like I might not stay in Boston. Portland looks promising, or possibly England.
I can't believe I forgot for so many years how much I love solitude. It's really, really nice to enjoy being alone with myself again.