Nov 30, 2002
I realize how much I fancy driving home just as dawn is breaking. When the moon is still fully up there, and the light of early morning is just faintly beginning to show itself. I feel as if I am in on a great secret.
I may only ever be a reflection of what I once was, but reflections occasionally shimmer also.
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