Monday, February 11, 2013

And I began to let him go. Hour by hour. Days into months. 
It was a physical sensation, like letting out the string of a kite. 
Except that the string was coming from my center.

 You Better Not Cry, Augusten Burroughs

swan by Victor Selinger

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