Monday, November 12, 2007

He thought to himself: "I am the misplaced letter; the change in the weather that wasn't predicted. I am the stain on the carpet, the phone that doesn't ring. I am the cross at the intersection, the unexpected news about a friend's misfortune. I am the one who sits and waits.
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