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Tuesday, October 07, 2003
 
In the distance it looks like a patch of glitter on dark denim.

But it is only a mere network of stars.

Neither of us knew the name.
Though we thought we should name it.

Temporarily,
Of course.

But we didn’t.

Tucson was a frozen blanket that night…

And the best way to indulge in the relieving air was to sit in the hot tub and watch a blazing pink moon.

A little over half in its waxing phase.

One on one.

Able to talk underneath an incredible night sky.
Open and clear.

We were open and clear.

Laying back…

I could see clearly,
Even in the moonlight.

Eyes and a face.

All that time apart,
All the things that had gone wrong…

I wanted to tell him,
But maybe he already felt it too…

It had been worth every minute.

Just for this.




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