2002-01-24 @ 5:42 p.m.
Strawberry thoughts
The rain washes the slush away.
I nibble on frozen strawberries, and I realize that today has been a good day.
Peter came over for a bit. We never do anything particular. We talk and cuddle for a while, and then he goes home. I can't figure out what is going through his mind. He is very independant. It seems as though he likes to see me, but it is all still so new.
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