March 2010
5 posts
An Open Letter to Emily
Barren. Your listless eyes played over my face, pale in the winter light. Your hair had turned white with the passing years, but in my mind’s eye you were still the raven-haired angel that I had fallen in love with beneath the evergreen trees. “George,” you said quietly, “what will our grandchildren think when we are gone?” “Well, Emily,” I said, musing...
You can only push someone away for so long, until...
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You realize that our mistrust of the future makes...
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Chuck Palahniuk
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