foxinsnow's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- twilight walk As I was walking away from the stairs that led to the unearthly white, bullet-shaped Temple, I stopped and looked at the roses beside me that I had taken for granted. And as I reached the end of the grassy path lined with bushes behind which bloomed the roses-- this was the Rose Garden where my parents were married thirty years ago-- I took it all in: the grass, the roses, the concrete steps leading up, the drained pool; and I said to myself, "I can have this. I can have this someday. I can have love." It was the first time in so long that flowers had not reminded me of funerals. I think I'm ready to give Michael back his dead rose petals... those roses had been meant for him anyway. 7:00 p.m. - 2004-09-03 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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