He had given me a notebook. Handed it to me at the end of the night, those pages with lines written, punishments recorded, reflections documented. Feelings shared. Signed and countersigned. It started a touching memento, a record of a lovely evening. A symbol of hope, too, all those empty pages. Hope that they would be … Continue reading Stack of Notebooks
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Alone
I see the look of ill-disguised pity in their eyes, hear the murmurs as they pass. I don’t blame them for staring; no one else has come to the cinema alone. They do not see that you are with me, though you left for home this morning. They do not know that you brought … Continue reading Alone
Acknowledging Imperfection 