Monday, March 5, 2007
Coming Home
Her back ached. Looking up at the roving sky, she took off her sweater and welcomed the August breeze, mind wandering. The walk was less than two miles, but the small hill ahead suddenly loomed like a mountain. She thought of the loneliness and work waiting for her at home, and her heart ached as well.
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2 comments:
Awwwww. But loneliness can be easily masked with work. One just needs to make a sincere attempt :D
well, thank god for work then. only sometimes though :p
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