If I could write like EMILY DICKINSON, I'd be dead: Even Though

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Wednesday, September 3, 2008

Even Though

I don’t know what happened to you and me, I continue to see your breathtaking smile in the moments that catch me off guard, and I am vulnerable to your memory. So often, I forget you are even there, but at dinner with friends when conversation is simple and light, or in a moment of peacefulness when... Sign in to see full entry.

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