December 12, 2009

A scavenger hunt is finished. Pizza is eaten.

Blue dancing too.

And then we walked home, pausing to lie down in the grass and stargaze.

You asked me to come say goodnight. And we didn’t talk about all the things we should have.

Because you were tired.

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