Tuesday, October 25, 2005

Moving Forward

This morning I woke up with the image of our hands. His fingertips brushed against mine as his hand slipped away.

After contemplation, I've come to the conclusion that it was only the appearance that his hand slipped away. Rather, my hand is moving and leaving him behind as I move forward.

Either way, it was a hard day.


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