22 DEC 06
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We found her near the churchyard, writing on herself. Your house of dreams and wishes, we lived in it so long. People say: You can't still have her ashes in the closet, it's wrong blahblahblah something about closure.
"Just come. I'll put a cup of tea in your hands."
"Do you believe in impure thoughts?"
"What we act on & what we really believe are 2 different things."
"Anyway, it's winter in the desert."
"Fear of rain or being rained on."
"I can change your roof."
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