A place for my thoughts and ideas, my creative outlet, a little piece of the web for me to call my own...yeah...right...
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| a bite of chocolat... ::home:: A place for my thoughts and ideas, my creative outlet, a little piece of the web for me to call my own...yeah...right... |
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Tuesday, April 30, 2002 Kevin said I’m like a glass box. Hearing this from him, surprisingly didn’t put me on the defense. I was actually surprised and kind of pleased to hear it. I was like a glass box. But he took some of me and cut it, and I cried, and sanded it, and I didn’t understand, and stained it, and I remember…and he crafted it, and polished it, and polyurethaned it. And now I have a beautiful, glazed-mahogany foundation, sturdy inside, stronger than before. I am kind of like a glass box: I can still be chipped, still be broken; I’m not perfect or invincible. But thanks to my friend, I’m not quite so fragile anymore. He’s helped me grow up. At least somewhat, anyway. And this is what makes him beautiful…at least somewhat, anyway… posted by Shannon | 5:50 PM |
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