Clouds in dark lumpy strands, silhouetted against a sky whose paleness had nearly yielded to gray twilight. The moon a sharp crescent above, as it had been last weekend, when she and I parted ways after eking out every fragment of warmth and truth that the long night had to offer.
Me, on my mattress, on the fragments of the last occupant's desk, on the gorgeous floorboards of this high-ceilinged room, which I am not yet doing justice -- all half-unpacked boxes, no furnishings. It all mirrors the unfamiliar emotional landscape. I don't feel lost, but I'm a long way from understanding where I am.
posted on Friday, September 10, 2010
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