Friday, August 18, 2006

 

183/365 Geraldine

Our garden-fence relationship was friendly, but reserved. Too many days of hearing what I wished I hadn’t. Small things. Big things. And then, times we had a laugh. Like many relationships, a mixture. Her highly creative use of impressive words made me chuckle. Firushe, Dislexical. Larger than life.

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