A tribute to my Secret Garden.
For the thick undergrowth of conversation, for the deep wells of affection and understanding, and for the invisible pillars that were my only support through periods of meaningless wantoness. My soul satellite you were then, and i thank you for being that special dark stranger who came and left me that scroll of bittersweet memories.
Adieu to you.
Thursday, March 11, 2004
If i have no other virtue, I at least have the permanent novelty of free, uninhibited sensation.
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