Friday, January 27, 2006/8:01 am
Catharsis


i can't even begin to describe this night. That same dimly lit pathway, salty smell of the sea, twin benches. Were we ever sitting there? The lonely plant that's got ants for friends was no longer there. Another omen? Perhaps. It's weird how Jane would term this an "emotional catharsis". i'm still critical.


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