December 4, 2008

Each time I opened the door, the flowers were the first thing I smelled, their fragrance filling the room just lightly enough that I wanted them to stay always.

Yet, it became clear to me, as I woke up weeping for the third morning in a row, that they were too much. They had overwhelmed my eyes’ defenses.

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