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Observations of a Quixotic Femme Noire
__One Percent - 1%__
Warrior-woman; a Valkyrie. I'll always be yours. Always...and never. 
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Thursday, July 11, 2002
It had been so long since she thought of him. How he enveloped her with only a simple glance in her direction. His smile making a warmth from her toes up to her face. But she hadn't seen him. Even her dreams seemed devoid of color and magic.
Alone. Or was it lonely? Perhaps she forgot... She had gotten so wrapped up in life that her feelings were dislocated. Staring into the breakfast of cinnamon toast for the children, she considered nothing except what she had to do. Take out the dog; clean the floor; listen to the kids bicker; rest. Drink some coffee to wash down the medicine; homeschool the boy; do a load of laundry; rest. Drive to a doctor's appointment; come home; take out the dog; clean her hands; prepare lunch for the kids... It was numbing. An ache in the day. A gnawing in her mind. "What is it!?," she shouted at herself in the bedroom mirror. Pressing her head against the silvered glass, she cries quietly. He comes home, looking tired. She can't get upset, but she so hoped his mood would be upbeat, energetic, so she could steal some of it. She feels she's sinking. The tears well up behind her eyes. She holds them by taking a deep breath and starts to make dinner. What continues to elude her must reveal itself soon. She needs something. Good news? holla@me
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