Saturday, July 16, 2005
Silent screams from the being beneath shard a fearful interior, bringing to bear yet one more emotional wound that will soon develop into scar tissue, too rigid to recreate the tenderness of living, pulsing feelings. Will I turn numbed and immune to such pain soon, when the scar tissue eventually smothers the living soul in its suffocating overlay?
Do you not envy, at times, how other parents do not engage in titanic struggles in front of the child, and do not solicit opinions and stands from the ill-advised youngling?
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Months of failed arrangements finally saw fruition this morning - Vic finally caught up with me, sitting in on our cha lesson. More to come? Gee, but I have to meet ZY in person to give him a final reassurance that will put me at ease.
Custom latin suedes for eighty?
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