stand in the puddles

we are for eachother: then

laugh leaning back in my arms

for life's not a paragraph

and death i think is no parenthesis

remembering in order to

rejoice.

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today i went out with ethan.

it was lovely actually, we went shopping for Jacob's birthday, got him a snazzy razor, some sweaters, and then we both bought a pipe.

ethan's is more masculine, it has a larger bowl.

it also has beautiful wood grain running all through it, and a lovely little knot.

i wanted that one, for the beautiful wood grain, but George with the mustache at Fortino's said that this other one was lighter, more delicate and somewhat more feminine. he seemed to know what he was talking about, so i trusted him.

it was a day filled with much good company, food and conversation.

today, dexter also came home.

he is beautiful

but i am tired now.

so i shall go to bed.

i am not feeling words today, i am unsure how to phrase and what to say. hopefully words return soon...but

abstraction seems to be all that is necessary to capture feeling. more necessary then formulated words.