That door is closed.
But......
...look at all these doors.Friday, May 21, 2010
All Night Long #2
I went to Greece with Mr. Ex once. We were twenty years old and stood in the moonlight below the Acropolis. We fed each other mousakka and vine leaves and brought a bottle of ouzo back to our cheap hotel. The kisses tasted like licorice all night long.
That door is closed.
But......
...look at all these doors.
That door is closed.
But......
...look at all these doors.
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It's a weird way to have a conversation. But go ahead. Then I'll find your blog (if you have one) and comment about something there. We probably won't be talking about the same thing--but I've had conversations like that, haven't you?