Thursday, Aug. 26, 2004 - 3:53 p.m.
Again.

Face down in the grass with your jacket pulled half over your head. The warm sun prickles your bare lower back and your toes are caked with soil. How long have you been like this, here in this place, with everything just carrying on around you?

It�s possible to deceive. With words, with looks, with pretension pretending to be art. Your fingers walk blindly through the grass, coming to rest on the warmth of her stomach, oblivious to these shortening days.

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