They met in the depths of the lake, under water, wet hair, bare legs touching.
A series of words memorized, ingrained, repeated, appearing even in her dreams. Something of potential, but also of failure; of love and of lust, but also of loneliness. Shout it, scream it, sing it even: They met in the depths of the lake! They met in the depths of the lake! They met in the depths of the lake!
Friday, October 1, 2010
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