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3.16.2012


She walked out the door and as her tiny hand reached unwaveringly backwards, the words that had danced in his heavy chest for weeks finally began to make their move. Climbing, inching up the eminence of his throat. Choking through to the light. Tripping over tonsils. Wrapping themselves around his tongue trying to swirl their way out. While her fingers wrapped tightly around the cold brass knob pulling the weight of every moment preceding this one swiftly behind her, his words, at last, floated from his lips in search of her ears. Too late, they found the only the door. 

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a folding, umbrellalike, fabric device for allowing a person, to float down safely through the air from a great height.

“But it’s hard to stay mad when there’s so much beauty in the world. Sometimes I feel like I’m seeing it all at once and it’s too much. My heart fills up like a balloon that’s about to burst. And then I remember to relax, and stop trying to hold on to it, and then it flows through me like rain and I can’t feel anything but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid little life.” — American Beauty