its very cold, very rainy, very windy
and i miss him
he would come home from work, hands freezing from an hour on his scooter. wearing a black coat, my scarf, probably my socks
freezing
we would make a cuffatea, and start to chop potatoes for dinner
resting my head against his shoulder was a good feeling
Thursday, May 31, 2007
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