I sat down with a flower.
I picked off the petals, one by one.
"She loves me. She loves me not."
This kept me occupied for a few minutes.
I drew toward the end of my count.
The last two petals came off together.
What does that mean?
Does she love me?
Does she... not?
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
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