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Monday, 22 September 2003

A lonely woman in Florida drinks herself to death and leaves behind only bits and scraps of woe:

There were three yellow Post-its on the fridge. One said: "By myself, with myself." Another said: "Broke and alone." And the third said: "Higher purpose?"

On the dining room table was the start of a personal ad she had written in a lined notepad: "Single and ready to experience..."

She stopped before she figured out what she was ready to experience. On the next page, she had written: "Can't. I'm not willing at this time."

posted to /misc at 12:45 :: 1 response

Hatchjaw had this to say (09/22/2003 14:54:28):

Came the last night of sadness

And it was clear she couldn't go on

Then the door was open and the wind appeared

The candles blew then disappeared

The curtains flew then he appeared

Saying don't be afraid

Come on baby

And she had no fear

And she ran to him

Then they started to fly

They looked backward and said goodbye

She had become like they are