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Purgatory - Sunday, Feb. 10, 2019
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Day Thirteen - Thursday, Feb. 07, 2019
Atonement - Thursday, Feb. 07, 2019

2002-04-07 @ 6:44 p.m.
Why does he not have an "o" in his nickname??

Sunburnt. It hurts. A lot.

Cowboy misses me?? I thought he had this heli-skiing chick but hmmm. Perhaps he's keeping his options open:

[12:20] Swordfern says: nah i'm going over to the farm in a bit anyhow so nothing's gonna be productive until i get back from there
[12:21] Cwboy says: what ya doing there
[12:21] Swordfern says: there's an open house and i'm stitting at an info booth for a bit
[12:21] Swordfern says: hows' your classes going?
[12:21] Cwboy says: cool cool...
[12:21] Cwboy says: great doing really good
[12:22] Swordfern says: good to hear!
[12:22] Cwboy says: i have missed ya thoe
[12:22] Swordfern says: nah you haven't
[12:23] Cwboy says: yea i have
[12:23] Swordfern says: well you'll be back soon
[12:24] Cwboy says: 5 more weeks
[12:24] Swordfern says: i'm done exams in 2.5
[12:24] Swordfern says: that time will fly

I found a poem I'd written for (ex)Chris. It's amazing how swept away I was. How close I was to thinking he was The One. Excerpt from 'Stars':

Racing towards ecstacy
The world spinning around upside down and you beneath me
Screaming for reality because I can't be alive and in heaven too.

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