25 JUNE 06
He threw this blue blanket over our heads so we were in a tent of blue and the light was very blue. So we were looking at each other in this tent and I said, "I love you." And he laughed, a kind of short laugh, and said, "Spoken like a true Christian," which didn't seem too romantic of him.
I wondered if he would die in my arms. And I wondered if I'd understand the evidence. I wondered what I would do if he didn't die. This went on for quite a while.
I understood it as the part of our mind that we don't really know about--where dreams come from, and where the memories of everyone are stored. From the beginning of time.
There are rooftops wherever you go. Trees, almost everywhere around here. I miss you.
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