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December 28, 2003 It’s cold…so cold, lonely and inconsolable. This weather…always the same every year…chilly…mute…unfriendly. Waking up to mornings of numbness, nights filled with bitterness, slaying hours of isolation, eloping from ghosts of buried memories. Times like these I crave for just one wave of comfort, a breeze of hope, warmth of someone close and familiar. Just a presence would be sufficient…a hologram, an image, a reflection. Someone near by, for once throw the crutches of words…to say nothing, empty the bag of memories and emotions…to feel nothing - a vacuum. Even my dog refuses to split the loneliness with me. I can smell the new budding romance between him and the neighbor’s pet – Lucy. The conversation between them never falters…but she’s still a bit apprehensive and he does most of the talking or rather convincing. Probably convincing her that he is the one she has been waiting for…he’ll always keep her happy and one day they will take over the world with their fleet of puppies. He plots ways to sneak out as an act to show his undying love. I am impressed with her hard-to-get attitude; I know the male species loves that. I also know that as soon as she’s consulted every dictionary for puppy names, decided on 500 names, dreamt a million times about their day of union, imagined each other growing old together…the spell will be broken. His eyes will start wandering and wondering why in the world he thought she was fascinating, beautiful and understanding. Until then I watch him wistfully, hoping he will transform back. I give it four months….what do you think? (2:12 AM) ~`~
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