Friday, May 4, 2012. Dreaming of square jawed bearded mickeys. With gummi ears and teeth marks for days. Wearing the marks of decision and indecision. Questions impossible to answer with words. But maybe with a scruff of the neck. A bitten corner of the mouth. A temporary reminder that we are in fact still alive. And that we can still find through each other a reason to hold on. Though we might let go. Letting go for status quo. Done for the sake of change.

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