10 48 pst [ soup ]
Today I made soup, potato leek soup to be precise.
Matthew and I went for a walk, holding hands in the
darks, whispering about resolutions. It rained as me walked home and all
our cereal boxes got soaked. I wasn't in the least bit upset. I said to
Matthew, "We'll never forget the new year's day we got rained on." We
won't. That's the stuff our mutual history is made of. Those are the
moments we cherish.
January 1998
January 1999
January 2000
January 2001
January 2002
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