Midnight, eight exceptional souls in the deep warm ink.
Floating.
Quarter moon, the black and muted grays of an endless horizon.
Tears of laughter mix with lake water, witness to the bizzare shadow puppets of the blind.
"Did you see that shooting star?" I asked.
" I did" she said.
'Be sure to make a wish darling."
" I already have and it has already came true."
Saturday, August 14, 2010
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