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Silence
Feb 23, 2005 13:12
The sunday after Deniz died, I woke up around 8:30-9:00, in her guestroom's bed. There was no sound. There was no singing. It was just sharp, painful silence. It hurted so much. I loved her (
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azrhey
February 23 2005, 22:47:46 UTC
you were there, and those of us who relied on your calm strenght as a shoulder to help face the maelstrom of events, thank you.
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sfllaw
February 23 2005, 23:11:09 UTC
All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
I hope that Diva takes good care of you, and that you take good care of her.
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thebabynancy
February 24 2005, 01:43:56 UTC
As You Like It... I'm leaning more to The Merchant of Venice and a pound of Shylock's flesh...
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sfllaw
February 24 2005, 05:32:03 UTC
Ouch!
Especially with how skinny Pierre is.
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pphaneuf
February 24 2005, 15:34:11 UTC
Someone will have to explain that to me. :-)
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hub_
February 24 2005, 00:24:28 UTC
New roommate ? Take pictures.
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blacksquiggles
February 24 2005, 12:52:35 UTC
You did wonderfully, I know how you felt about her, empty times indeed.
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And all the men and women merely players:
I hope that Diva takes good care of you, and that you take good care of her.
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Especially with how skinny Pierre is.
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