January 7, 2008


  • soup on the furnace
    He had just come home and was wet from the rain. We wore PJs and had hot wonton soup at 2 that morning, sitting indian style on the chairs. We could hear the rain outside and looked through supermarket ads and talked about buying cherries.


    It was nice... simple. I remember being very happy, as I am now.


     

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