Friday, January 9, 2009

Her wedding will coincide with the happiest day of my life.




Usually, she hides in the darkest corner of her living room, allowing only the light from the television in. But I think she stumbled upon the sun this morning and swallowed it whole. Streams of bright happy hope drip from her dry green. One day, my sister’s wedding will coincide with the happiest day of my life.

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