Friday, 28 September 2012
the things you say part 15
I miss you so. I could almost weep. The day is longer without you in it. I want you in my day. I sit here in this weather porous shack, listening to the waves tumbling sand, grinding sand and I wait for word. I wait for a word from you.
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hope mad love
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