Hands in dust

August 30, 2009

Disjointed sleep; strange dreams: Hands in dust, lost direction, messages that disappeared when I looked right at them, stories whispered so softly I forgot them as soon as they were heard, crossed signals.

I’ll take your picture, she said. I want you to see just how beautiful you actually are.

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