Wednesday, December 10, 2008
the few minutes outside of time
every so often G. comes down the hallway between our dens, hugs me around the back of my "office chair" and waits until I finish the sentence I was reading. Then I get up, switch off the light and we drop to the floor -- nothing naughty usually happens (just laying down there together and feeling as if outside of time...) D.
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