

All The SameIs this a joke? I snap out of my reverie and stare at the man pointing to my sign. Hes wearing a suit, a cell phone in one hand and a briefcase in the other. It looks as though a permanent frown has been etched on his face. His eyes are scrutinizing, his glare switching between the sign and my face. And he doesnt seem particularly moved by my cause. I shrug, not having rehearsed an answer for such questions. Is there anything wrong with love? He laughs and shakes his head, almost causing me to believe hed say something along theAll The Same


She Dances To Counting CrowsShe dances to counting crows. A Long December plays out of the computer and the basement lights are slightly dimmed, just enough to be noticeable but not enough to matter. She sways back and forth, locked in a loving embrace with her friend, they share past sadness and new joy. The emotional weight of their teenage years hangs heavy on their shoulders. She seems to be smiling but I cant see her face just the rhythmic swaying dancing to a sad song about happy possibilities. The whole choreography seems to say: Im so happy yet so tired, just whShe Dances To Counting Crows
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