R.U.T.H.
. . . running up that hill
Thursday, May 08, 2008
not belonging
"It's a luxury to look like that."
"Sir?"
"It's a luxury."
"Pardon--"
"To look like you do. Your smile. It's a luxury."
I'm certain my face changed from curiousity to a sad puzzlement.
Atlanta could not be home.
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