10.31.06
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So they were surrounded by stars, miracles, thousands in a scattered jumble. "We are the sky, John.
We are part of the sky."
With the cold sky and the thousands of stars that look down on us each night, John and the lion are there, sometimes drawing a ring around the moon to show us that they can still see the miracles too.

10.28.06

So there we were. Laying there. Together. The grass was a little wet, but it didn't feel like it after we set ourselves down. The clouds were so fast. They felt young and mysterious. Something about the air was warm and comfortable, even though it was probably cold outside. The noise became quiet as more and more stars appeared. We just layed there

and remembered why the stars twinkle.

10.27.06

They tried and tried but we floated off to space. "The stars are beautiful," she said. "I agree. They're amazing."

10.19.06

believe

10.15.06

Somehow
you still give me

butterflies.