At my waterfall garden. Haven’t been here in a long time. I remember sitting here with Steve after getting hit by the bike. I never answered his question, if he could have a cup of coffee with me. We talked about the mysterious pathways of life. Why one stranger instead of another, why now? He told me he’s lived an amazing life. When we parted he said he was going to buy a notebook. He already had a pen on him. I said we’d find each other again if we needed to. I remember being triple careful about not being followed home that night. My leg started trembling as soon as I walked in the door. Collapsed, now that I didn’t have to hold it together for anyone.
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April 24th, 2010 | Comments Off on

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