Saturday, February 07, 2009

45 x 365 #88

88/365 - AL

Your hands were marked by time - thin, dry skin covering quavering fingers. Your eyes were filmy, unable to focus, drifting away from that which you most wanted to see. Your mind, sharp as ever, quipping pun after pun, causing me stomach cramps from my laughter.

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