February 25, Roma.
My man has been gone three days and I miss him. He's gone to Hugo and back to fetch one of the circus trucks left behind to be fixed; he should be here any time now. The trailer feels big, like an over-sized coat hanging loose on the shoulders.
Have I become addicted after all?
Non-related news: we're baking.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
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