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30 05 2008

It is a rainy, unexpected kind of Friday night here. My beloved and I both thought we would be elsewhere, not together. Instead we are here, not quite together, but oh-so-together in other ways. He is downstairs with the guitar, playing it with Phoenix in the background. I am upstairs, studying and peering out the window at the garden below, watching it grow in the grey light. The night makes me pause and I remember why I am here, why I choose to be here, and how oh-so-lucky I am to be here.

It is that kind of night.