we used to dream the biggest dreams we used to dream the biggest dreams

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Went out after dinner and walked aimlessly down to the shore. The cat followed me, sad and silent. We went past some men cutting up a log of driftwood. The sky was rose and the sea pale green, and there was a thick mist on the shore, through which the men at the timber loomed large as we walked over the pebbles. When we came back, I knelt down on the lawn, twisting bits of dewy grass between my fingers while calling up an owl. Warm sparks from bonfires peppered the air, across the bay a distant murmur of boy scouts singing and their tents glowing in the dark. And I sat for a while, alone, the light in your bedroom window shining out over the fields.

Went out after dinner and walked aimlessly down to the shore. The cat followed me, sad and silent. We went past some men cutting up a log of driftwood. The sky was rose and the sea pale green, and there was a thick mist on the shore, through which the men at the timber loomed large as we walked over the pebbles.

When we came back, I knelt down on the lawn, twisting bits of dewy grass between my fingers while calling up an owl. Warm sparks from bonfires peppered the air, across the bay a distant murmur of boy scouts singing and their tents glowing in the dark. And I sat for a while, alone, the light in your bedroom window shining out over the fields.



January, 2012