I stumbled across an entry in a journal I kept while I was in Italy-well, this was a few weeks before I went overseas, I remember writing this around sunset at the beach in my hometown:
I thought to say I saw your face in the clouds today, the sky some brilliant shades of an ending day but as I glanced away only to find the crazy shapes that only you and I could see, you were gone and but a dream again. Just a fleeing memory of days I've seen.
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my dean is an amaaaazing writer! :)
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