A story about broken dreams

27Aug07

When Harold was younger, he used to dream about going to the moon. He dreamed that there were moon creature, little cute ones.
When he was older, he saw pictures of the moon and read lots of books.  No creatures. He grew disillusioned with the moon, he stopped believing.
When he fell in love with Genvieve, he [...]

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Dreaming

13May07

When the night falls, it’s lonely. There is comfort in the warmth of the cat near her legs, but otherwise she’s alone.
There is no reason to be sad. It’s a different kind of loneliness. A content way of being separate from the world, where this is nothing else, but this bed, the cat and that [...]

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