Dance in the Full Moon

Dance in the Full Moon

O, the Frailty of Memory

Sunday, October 16, 2011

10.16b

She's right there. I'm glad I can't see how bright her smile is, or how lithe her arms are, or how dark her eyes are. All I can see is the back of her head. If I could see her ear through her hair, I'd be done for.

5 comments:

  1. anelles47October 16, 2011 at 7:00 PM

    Aww, Robby. I'm sorry. I don't understand how she . . . nevermind.

    I'm leaving that incomplete thought for some reason, I guess.

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  2. Robby Van ArsdaleOctober 16, 2011 at 7:46 PM

    How?

    I don't think I understand what you mean.

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  3. anelles47October 17, 2011 at 6:45 AM

    You weren't supposed to, really, but I'll explain anyway because Spock in "Amok Time."

    Every time I read something like this that you have written, I find myself struggling with renewed bafflement that any girl could know you and not want to be with you. Also, perhaps wisdom is in deleting this conversation and forgetting it ever happened? But that's completely up to you.

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  4. Robby Van ArsdaleOctober 17, 2011 at 11:17 AM

    Entirely possible.

    But I hate deleting things. So I'll leave it and read it next year and think "huh, ok."

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  5. anelles47October 17, 2011 at 11:18 AM

    Okay. I'm okay with that.

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