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Worth the wait

Member since 2002 · Posted 29 Oct 2002 · 7 comments

I have unloaded my cars, leaning on a post I wait for someone to check them in. A mother passes me, carrying her son, and six feet behind her a small, denim jacketed, pink leg warmed, white tennis shoed, blue bereted little girl follows. A singular high white balloon carries her with teddy bear in arm. I find myself jealous.

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[8] <~> 29-Oct-02/4:35 AM Reply

ah. yes. so it always is.

[n/a] INTRANSIT › <~> 29-Oct-02/12:08 PM Reply

This is interesting, the piece I posted first, I thought to be the better piece. This one's getting all the attention. Hmmmm.

[9] Christof 29-Oct-02/7:17 AM Reply

A very tender little skech. Simple and honest. By the way, I was interested in what you said about me sounding as if I'd worked on the road - I never have. What is it about my work that makes you think I have?

[n/a] -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. › Christof 29-Oct-02/11:34 AM Reply

It smacks of a working class background.

[n/a] INTRANSIT › -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 29-Oct-02/12:06 PM Reply

And how are you today, -=Dark_Angel=-?

[n/a] INTRANSIT › Christof 29-Oct-02/12:04 PM Reply

Your last piece hits close to how it feels to live in a truck for long periods of time.

[8] [mojo] 18-Nov-02/10:32 AM Reply

Simple words, simple scenario, simply nice. 8.