June 4th, 2002 - 12:46 a.m.

Evening, glorious evening.

The air has adopted an autumny chill. Perfect for long walks amongst the trees, the finger tips chilled to a state of numbness. Feeling the cold enter the lungs, seeping across each rib. The insects have gone into hiding. And the birds mutter to each other, �how atrocious, this cold is!� Huddling close for warmth and comfort.

Awkwardness is so wickedly charming.

The perfect lighting. Just so. A moment in which nothing exists. Looking for constellations.

But somehow, I feel abandoned.

N.

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