It was still early, but the frantic burst of creativity earlier in the afternoon had worn me out, so I laid down on the daybed in the living room and dozed, dreaming of a strange city which I ran through wearing a wetsuit.
When I woke, there was a note under my head. “No—you are beautiful,” it read.
Wednesday mornings in the park are not crowded as a general rule, especially in the middle of October. That’s why I love to g…
A sequel to You are Beautiful
Published on August 05, 2007.
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