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sun in portland27 March 2002 - 15:27 wednesday morning, sitting across from him, this person i "love,"outside a starbucks (of all places!), the sun beating down on us, too much light, i see in his face the faces of all my lovers--those i've embraced with love with passion with hope with need with resignation--and i realize nothing was ever as wonderful and idyllic as i'd imagined, not with any of them. my memory beautifies with time. and really what has made me happiest has been walking through city streets, through fields, through graveyards, across bridges. the desert, opening forever. alone. too much light. |